Lan watches her hand move, eyes narrowed the slightest fraction, but he doesn't stop her. The touch is more intrusive than polite, but it's not threatening. And she seems to be mute; there are communication allowances to make for that.

"My sword?"

It's very much like a katana, plain and well-kept and much-used. The scabbard is of undecorated dark leather, like the hilt wrappings, and it hangs at his hip as if it were a part of his body.