[Diarmuid shakes his head hard, his arm coming up between the swords and his friend.]

No. They aren't toys. I don't want you to get hurt, so please don't touch them. I know it's not as pretty...

[He holds out his practice sword to his friend.]

...but I want you to have this. Father made it for me and so it's important to me. I know you will take care of it, and now you can practice more so soon you can use a real sword!