[She's letting it hold you because to her brother's greatest fury, it just so happens the saber is not her spiritual weapon, Fox. Try to touch the fan though, if you want to lose a hand.

His words bring a frown to her face.]

... I don't like it either. I hate it. But that's how the place was made two hundred years ago and there's nothing I can do about it.

[She looks a bit surprised that he knows her name - but with the clue he has, why would he not know? Indeed, the family was small, and pretty famous for their unorthodox use of magic.]

What gave me away? The braids, or the saber?

[Belatedly, she holds out her hand to get the blade back as she finally leads the way out completely into the forest.]

What's your name? How did you even find this place? And do you often break into other people's ancestral shrines without asking?

... You know I'll have to tell my brother someone broke in, right?