[ A nod, quiet and observing the way Angel handles the weapon, what she picks and how well it suits her. Something compact and rapid, Ilde can see that working well for her. Ilde chooses a set of daggers now familiar to her, medium in their size, of an average shape. Something she will not have to put all her concentration towards, keep some of her attention with Angel. ]
no subject
Perhaps until it ends.
[ Why you gotta be so grim Ilde... ]