'Naive?' she thought to herself, but it was instantly interrupted by the point of the blade in her face, causing her to yelp slightly in surprise. When he flipped it over however, she gave him a slight glare, sure that he was enjoying this - toying with her. Taking a deep breath, she slipped both of her hands around the hilt and prepared her body for the weight of the sword. She knew well enough that she probably couldn't swing the thing in real combat, so when she took it, she mustered all her balance just to let the tip slowly fall to the wooden floor. Again, she caught his eye before looking at the blade and focusing all of her attention into it.
It took a few moments for the magic to slide down her arms into the blade, swirling around before crawling back up to her mind and instantly the woman relaxed, offering the blade back to the captain. However, even though it seemed it worked, Gianna did not reply right away. Finally, "I may not be one for violence.. but I'm glad you stopped him. He.. had at least a dozen children before you caught him." She sounded genuinely concerned before sighing. "I just hope they're all right. It's a little fuzzy after a thirty days though and most of that was..." She rolled her eyes in the pause. "The children or he was waving it around as if he was actually worth something.. eh, but..."
Gianna became more focused, furrowing her brows slightly, as if trying to remember something that was a long time ago. "Before.. it was.. on a plaque? Above a... fireplace? A lot of happenings.. it seems like almost a farm house of sorts? Lots of farm hands, a couple birthdays, children playing, good food, a harsh time during the cold times..." She shook her head for a moment and sighed. "Then that disgusting man came by.. and there was some blood, mostly fear.. and he took it. I can't really see much else. I can only guess it was some sort of heirloom to that family. The sword traveled maybe a day back this way? It's too foggy to tell much else." Gianna looked at the blade with a new meaning to her expression, as if the trip down memory lane now brought some importance to the random piece of metal, and truly - how could it not?