[Lif's reaction startles an embarrassed little scoffing noise out of Therion. He busies himself sheathing the sword once more.]

Didn't do anything special. Anyone can clean a blade with time and the right tools.

[Never mind how much time it took, or that he had to make some of those tools from scratch. With a short breath out, Therion unbuckles the sword belt and offers it to its rightful owner.]

It's yours, then. Let's say it makes us even after helping me out of the vending machine.