Soldat flashes him a quick, pleased, if still kind of tense smile. "It'll be fun. If I don't have any students. We can spar a bit. I teach knife skills and the very basics-- how to fall, how to break a hold, how to stomp something painful to escape. Things people new to combat need to know."

Attention going back outward, as they cross the bridge back towards the scrapyard, they ask, "You warp to your glaive. Just the ones you conjure?" Which means, they presume, create magically, like Xayah's feather-knives (they're still not entirely convinced she doesn't just pluck them, which is why they gave her a very fine knife of her own for Christmas).