Mokuren smiled, hearing Skyra liked sweet stuff. Cheese wasn't very sweet, so she would need to get something better. Maybe some Sweetmeats. Those could be good. And then, Mokuren heard Skyra's reason to fight. Such a...simple reason. Such a foolish reason. Mokuren felt rather envious of Skyra for that.
"You fight for noise? That, is.....a nice reason" She said, still rather off balance at the whole thing. Why fight for something like that? It wasn't a nessecity. Skyra could do anything, beyond fighting, but chose to because she was enticed by her weapons sound.

"It fills my heart with joy, and envy to see you so attached to your weapons. My sword is just a reminder of my faults. How I was to weak to save, to weak to resist. And eventually to weak to carry on living with him" She spoke as if in a daze, but then suddenly jumped up, and grinned, trying to ignore the fact that she had even spoke. "But, one must keep their spirit up, always. a vurnerable spirit makes you have your clothes eaten and stolen from you, so you must dash around in nothing but a towel! So, don't lose spirit"