[There's a clack of sheath hitting floorboard, but for once there's no protestation from the sword -- perhaps he's already used to the way Chu Wenshan treats blades by now, or perhaps he was just prepared for everything to go off the rails. It's not like this is his first rodeo.

Whatever kind of rodeo this is turning out to be.

The sword allows itself to be pointed, anyway, quiet for a moment as though thinking.]

... I'm not the Witch's ally.