She was capable of comprehending humor, given enough context, so it was with a lifted eyebrow that Illyria said, "I 'requisitioned' it." With a fist. Among an armload of others. Wesley had mentioned forms to be filled out; Illyria had stared at him. Wesley had filled out forms.

She studied the girl. You didn't hand weapons to an enemy no matter how little the blade might mean to you personally. On the other hand (of the limited number she had left) this girl was a member of the army she seemed to have joined.

And then there was the part where even unarmed Illyria was fairly sure she could wipe the grass with Dinah.

She held out the sword, blade down, grip out. "I haven't weighed it." Dinah would be able to lift it. Probably. Maybe. Swing it? doubtful.