It is something she approves of, enough to actually stop her sewing to give her proper attention of. "I had not thought the sword was your ... interest." She might have been thinking of approaching her with a bow again. Not a crossbow, but a recurve. Something light but deadly. Perhaps long knives like she had been keeping in recent years.

But swords?

That cheers her immensely. "Well then, up you get, I wish to see what you've been learning." She gestures eagerly, with pinched fingers around the needle and the brown thread trailing off the end. Urging her up. "Come, let's see your stance. See how well you've been doing."

So utterly encouraging to this point.