[She takes the gloves back and beams at him, tugging them back on as she laughs. Talking about Muramasa brings a certain sort of light to her; he's like an older brother, someone who fusses at her and who she fusses at in return, who teases her and is terrible at explaining his feelings but who she treasures so very, very much.]

He's a swordsmith, actually! But I think Muramasa is just good at making everything.

He made me this whole outfit!

[She does a twirl, showing off the cape and colors.]

Isn't it wonderful?