[ She's glad that he takes the currency without fuss. ]

I would not be destitute - I have what I need. [ Era would suffer through far worse than destitution for his sake, but knows better than to say it. ] But they do not supply weaponry and so it is best to acquire it whilst here, where the quality is sound. Thus if you find a suitable weapon and cannot afford it let me know. If the Lord Commander does not have a weapon and finds none to his taste, I can loan him...

[ The Naegling she keeps is hers now. Aymeric - no matter his origins - would be entitled to it, but... It was her Aymeric's. The thought of parting with it makes her nervous, and she can feel the anxiety swelling in her chest-

Or it could just be an urge to cough that reminds her she's so very far from fully recovered. Era muffles it politely with a hand, though she cannot hide the way the force of it shakes her shoulders, and it's still loud enough that the barkeep and a few nearby patrons frown at her.

She crinkles her nose at the too-familiar tang of iron on her tongue and she makes sure to remove it from her teeth before pulling her hand away. Era is quick to curl it into a fist and lay it on her lap, then cover it with her other hand. ]

My apologies.

I can loan him Naegling, if he can find nothing else.

[ She frowns at the thought of being enemies to Estinien, but cannot fault him for his statement. So she shrugs, but says with utmost honesty: ]

Should you learn I have knowingly told you falsehoods you are welcome to kill me. I would deserve it.