[Sage]

Looking up at Shealtiel as he began to speak, Jeanne did see some truth in the old man's words, though she hated to essentially steal the sword. Still, they were bound to come across other Saints who could surely use the sword as well as Saint Acacias, and surely he had a great armory of his own.

"You're right," she said, pressing her lips together as she looked down. "I can't inconvenience the group further."

She lost all interest in Shealtiel when Feenai's eyes opened, and was considerably happier when she heard that her friend was all right. Jeanne smiled back, trusting Fee to not lie to her, but she was a little disappointed that Fee agreed with the old man. She had hoped that she would protest, but the reasoning was sound.

"That's true." Jeanne nodded, looking at both of them. "I wouldn't want to put anyone in danger." That was not strictly true, but close enough. "Thank you, Fee."

Hearing the thought that was definitely not hers, Jeanne was startled, but turned to Fee and realized that it must have been from her. She showed that she agreed with a subtle nod.