Wyll laughed, slightly preening. "I have buckled many swashes, I will say." He patted the hilt of the rapier on his hip - not quite the blade he usually carried, but good enough for now and appropriately fitting for the comment.

He waited patiently for her to gather her things, spoke to one of the healers who assured it was fine for her to go - and to be careful of those berries - and then offered his elbow for Keyleth to take if she so chose, ushering them out of the building and into the Shimmer Quarter; the market just beside them. "You will have to tell me more of your Ashari. They sound quite intriguing."