Dralith couldn't hide his frown nor his skepticism on the matter. Dunmer held their ancestors in the highest regard and he felt that she would be doing her ancestors a great insult if she herself would not wield the sword. "You're so quick to give away what is yours by right." He patted the hilts of his Akaviri Katanas. "And besides, you are more lacking in the equipment department than i." They all were. Battered, tired, some wounded, but all of them ill equipped. "This simply will not do. You cannot expect to face our enemy such as this. Come, we will tend to your wounds, fill your bellies, and refit with better equipment." With that he turned for the stairs, one hand resting on the hilt of a katana.