“Syl?” Kaladin whispered. “I might need you again.” “You sound apologetic,” she replied, cocking her head. “I am. I don’t like the idea of swinging you about, smashing you into things.” She sniffed. “Firstly, I don’t smash into things. I am an elegant and graceful weapon, stupid. Secondly, why would you be bothered?” “It doesn’t feel right,” Kaladin replied, still whispering. “You’re a woman, not a weapon.” “Wait … so this is about me being a girl?”
