[ the way this is such a loaded question and she doesn't even know it. rondo looks at the sword, for a longer moment - his brows knit together, mouth pulling downwards, as he considers. ]

It... [ where does he even start. ] ...it belongs to someone very dear to me.

[ that's good enough, right? he rests his hand on the hilt of it, and then shakes his head, shifting instead to a smile. ]

Your dress, though! That's... well, okay, that's probably true. Is it old blood, at least...? [ a beat ] Is it your blood...?