Cal looks at the blade. He'd gotten so used to the unbalanced weapon that was his master's lightsaber that this one feels strange to him, too light, too short. He flicks it off again, fingering the hilt.

"...it was strange, not having it. I thought I'd lost it when I got here," he says after a moment. "I found out that people don't arrive with much when they come. Guess I was lucky to have BeeDee with me. But others came with their lightsabers. It was hard not to miss having mine."

He starts to put the saber back before pausing, upturning his palm with it to offer the weapon for Merrin to have a closer look if she wants.