"A poor man," she says dryly but can't resist the urge to crack a grin. "That's exactly why I did it." She doesn't mind that he naturally goes toward the teasing and ribbing. Inej isn't sure what she would do if he ever acted any differently, though secretly (one that only Nina knows) there are times when she wants to know what that would be like.

Her eyes shift to the knives laying on the bed and studies them silently. The ritual helped her focus, helped her feel closer to her Saints in some way or fashion and in a way had allowed her to 'wipe' away the blood that stains her hands.

"It does, it's meditative and gives me the time to focus." And it's for her. Not for anyone else. It's the one thing she had and took time for her.