Aya smiles to herself and shifts back, slipping the blade of the knife into her hand and offering him the hilt. "Hey, you dropped this. I've heard Broms aren't really forgiving, so it might not be a good idea to come back weaponless." She still stays fairly far away from him keeping in mind that he's a Brom, but she can't help but feel sorry for Destin. The image of him falling still sticks in her head.