What shapes Lauralae is her obvious uncertainty, and her gaze never flickers too far away from Robb's face. She's definitely more wild animal than she is anything else, not turning her back to him and not running the risk of stepping into a situation out of her control. She could transform and flee, of course, but at the same time, she has no desire to reveal herself so soon. It would be dangerous to give up all her secrets.

He is offering her a boon. She knows she will need to repay it.

"Very well." Rising to her full, if short, height, she steps closer and takes the sword in her hand. It's clear she has no idea what she is doing, her grip awkward and her frown settled as she turns it one way then the other, examining it.

"It is much larger than a dagger," which sounds foolish now she has said it aloud.