"Brooms aren't much of a weapon at all, unless you're dust."

Despite her grumbling, she does get what he means. It's something - better than being unarmed if you got into a fight. Though when she looks down at her hands, at the talons tipping each finger, she wonders if she's ever really "unarmed".

"Here." She holds the bandana out to him again. For what blood might still be on his face. "Now we know - remembering means a nosebleed. Guess that's something."