She speaks kind of old fashioned, like the way they tell the stories in the Celtic Legends book he's been reading with John, but it's not hard to understand. He likes of a certainty, it sounds more sure than of course.

"I'm Luke," he says, and after a second remembers his manners and reaches out his hand.

He explains nervously, "Jamie and Eponine said I shouldn't be alone, because Peter doesn't like littler kids. Is your sword real?" It definitely looks real.