She then put them by the workbench grabbing a few small shafts of wood walking to the workbench.

Wind held the sword at different angles to still watch her, cleaning the pommel.

She works with the crystals until she can put the shafts into them wrapping them into each other.

Wind watched, amazed at her dexterity.

She kept working quickly until she filled the entire quiver before grabbing her bow and fresh lacquer.

“Um, Sunny?” Wind asked, looking up from the reflection.

She looked up, “Yes Wind?”

“I finished cleaning it.” He said, smiling. He stood up, approaching and holding out her sword.

She grinned, “Thank you lovely.” She said taking the sword and sheathing it.

“You’re welcome.” He said, giving her a kiss on the cheek like she had to him before.

She blushed and nodded, “O-okay.” She said then putting lacquer on a rag coating the bow.