Okay, well, it was weird, and felt like some soft parental approval. The kind which she'd never had, in life or death. It made her uncomfortable, the way falling in love had.

"I'm not the right person to speculate on curses, or magic objects. But maybe she realized it was time to step back up. Protect the people who need her help."

She wasn't exactly resentful, but there's a feeling like maybe if there who had a sentience, then turning its back on the people who needed it, because of one hot head, was kind of a shit move.