Despite having asked him to remove it Talcott flinches when the sword falls, metal and stone clattering together and making his skin crawl. He'd expected more respect for the blade, to set it gently to the side or something. Not just-

But then he's being asked to move and he does so without thinking about it, another tell that he doesn't realize he's given away until it's too late. Damn. He turns once he's under the crystals, glances over his shoulder, considers the height difference between them and sinks down to one knee, fingers tightening on the knife at his side. He does not like putting himself in such a vulnerable position but what else is he supposed to do.

"Thank you." For offer assistance and hopefully not murdering him.