Seisyll held out the dagger and sword with steady hands, his voice even as he presented the options.
"The dagger is light, quick, and deadly. Its poison will weaken anything it touches, no matter how resilient. The sword is heavier, but it grants reach and precision, ideal for a prolonged fight if you're not physically exhausted, but it has the water element to each of its slashes."
Arthur studied the weapons for a moment but declined to take either. His gaze lingered instead on Seisyll. The omnimancer was a shadow of his former self.
Hollow cheeks, deep bruises, and a wheeze that hinted at unseen damage. The struggle to retrieve Beli's remains had clearly cost him more than his appearance betrayed.
"Pushing yourself so hard was unnecessary." Arthur muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and detachment.
