Many swords are more attractive or even feel more dangerous in the hand. This one is practical rather than flashy, one that wouldn't stand out in an armory, but it was made with intensive care and skill.

Camilla is young and healthy and also stoic, but Need can read the indications of months of grief, strain, and altogether upset in her. They make changes in the body and beyond it. She's been holding up under a lot - unsurprising, if she's locked in a cell in one of these awful void-boats or whatever they're called - and Need always feels more favorably towards people who've suffered too much heartache, though she tries to keep it from turning her metaphorical head.

She is something that can handle doing and thinking about several things at once, even if they're complicated. It's part of the tradeoff of becoming what she is. She starts looking into Camilla's memories and stretching a bit to touch the minds of the crew of the boat and try to figure them out. At the same time, she regards that sub-soul.

Hm. Looks like it's not aware of the input of the girl's senses. Camilla has a line to it... all right, she should make contact. Need closes her wings around the buried spirit and asks it, :What are you?: