"W-well, if it's for [i]you[/i], then... yeeeep!"

Yue gasps as she takes the hilt again and nearly tumbles over into the dirt. But she doesn't know the magic spell to recover from failure that Hyra mastered, so she has to cover her shame with bright, chirping giggles and a few test swings that have all the grace of a person who needs to think way too hard about what she's doing. 

Which, of course she does. Of course she does! She's never even read a book about fencing! W-well, plenty of books [i]about[/i] fencing, but those were less instruction manuals and more, uh, y'know, steamy romances and oh gosh no don't drop it again Hyra said to hold onto this forever! But her fingers already hurt from squeezing it so hard and even though her arm feels ok right now it's so easy to imagine it falling off after a few more hours like this, let alone a few days, and plus have you considered the paradox of which hand she's even supposed to hold it in? One supposes a good swordsmaiden uses her dominant arm for this kinda stuff, but then what's she supposed to do about dinner and cleaning and changing her cloooooooooo--oh gosh there she goes again. 

"This is... really what a sword feels like?" she asks with a trembling voice, "I never knew. I mean, I've held an axe once or twice and those are super heavy too, but that made sense because you used them to fell trees and stuff and I dunno if you've seen them but around here at least they can get pretty big, so! Well, but, yeah I..."

She smiles. This is amazing, actually. It's amazing to feel the weight of a real weapon in her hands and know that it's [i]hers[/i], even if it's still just a silly stick she made for herself to dream a little brighter. But more than the weight, the most special part of it is the warmth she can feel spreading through her palm like sunlight or a tiny campfire. And she knows, without having to ask, that what she's feeling is the magic spell that Hyra cast that's guiding her hand and telling her what holding this thing, this weapon is supposed to feel like. It's not what she was hoping for, not just yet, but it's a special sort of secret connection, like sneaking a sip from someone else's tea to share in the... eep! Well it just, y'know! It's a thing! That people do! And it's special! It's as special a thing as she's done in her whole life, so... so there!

"In the paintings they have in town I see people holding [i]two[/i] of these, or ones almost the size of themselves or the really really fancy ones tied to sticks and I just... wow. All the time? I bet they must weigh so much so that nobody forgets how dangerous they can be, is that right? I really, just... wow. You're my hero, did you know that? I think I might..."

Her free hand wraps around her stomach and shyly rubs her newly-dubbed sword arm. Be patient, Yue. Be patient. In the stories you don't just go and say 'I love you' just like that! You've gotta earn it by being extra super special amazing back at your savior and maybe save her life somehow after a series of wacky hijinks! There are [i]rules[/i] to follow! If there weren't, why would they have written them down?