[He doesn't actually get a chance to respond. He opens his mouth to, but before he can get any words out there's a sound like glass breaking and the seal goes from glowing intently to blindingly bright.
When it clears Retsu isn't there. Not that there's any reason to freak out. In one of her hands, perhaps clutched in both, lies a sword. It is a bit larger than it should be, given how light it is - built in the ancient style, with no real handguard but a serious pommel. It plain but with some ornamentation design; austere but the craftsmanship of a master, and most curiously, of a singular, silvery-white metal, so perfectly forged as to be reflective.]
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When it clears Retsu isn't there. Not that there's any reason to freak out. In one of her hands, perhaps clutched in both, lies a sword. It is a bit larger than it should be, given how light it is - built in the ancient style, with no real handguard but a serious pommel. It plain but with some ornamentation design; austere but the craftsmanship of a master, and most curiously, of a singular, silvery-white metal, so perfectly forged as to be reflective.]