A fond smile spreads over Wing's face as the child speaks. Such worldly wisdom from one so young and small, it amazes him. "That is a truth that extends farther than you can imagine right now. Sometimes we have to be reminded, like I have been recently."

The knight's optics widen at the naming of the weapons, "That is quite an arsenal that is promised to you. I bet you are eager to grow into a knight worthy of them." Wing imagines that it's more a matter of physical strength than it is personal honor. "My sword has a name too." One that is both easier and harder to pronounce.