Swordheart (Swordheart, #1)

by T. Kingfisher

“Why do you have a sword, anyway?” He looked down at the blade by his side, then up at her. “To fight with. It’s a sword.” “Yes, but you came out of a sword. It seems redundant.” He stared at her as if she had lost her mind. “I can’t very well wield myself, lady.” Oh. Perhaps he’d go blind.

Sarkis began muttering savagely under his breath. He didn’t look at her while he did it. “What are you saying?” she asked. “I’m counting,” he said, with marvelous patience. “Why?” “So I don’t scream at you. My lady.” “Oh. Silas used to do that, too.” “I am not in the least surprised.”