[ Ferris is fortunately (?) used to this sort of thing so while she might be a bit sweaty, it doesn't faze her too much. Though she is a bit disappointed when her sword starts to fade from her hand, and she lets go as it dissolves into whatever made it.

Now, Ferris moves to take a seat back on one of the benches. ]

I'll admit, I see the value in it now. I rarely find myself without my own sword, but having more tools at one's disposal can't hurt.

[ She won't go as far as saying that someone has shown her the light of using emotion magic, but... she can appreciate what he's saying and what he'd done. ]

Your swords managed fairly well.

[ She doesn't smile (because she almost never does), but she does sound approving of both the help he'd given her, and the magic blade he'd lent her. ]