Sheena's content to let Lloyd nerd out over the sword, not quite making the jump from "the sword's part of Zelos" to "this just sounds like flirting." It's fine, it's fine. This whole thing feels right, in a way nothing has in who knows how long. She can just let it wash over her for a moment. The wave of mortification that hits her makes that hard, though. It doesn't even occur to her, spaced out as she'd been, that it's not her own, until she notices the little matter of Zelos literally glowing with embarrassment. Oh. Oh, no.

"Uh, Lloyd," she starts, feeling her face burn again, but thankfully Zelos takes control of the situation again before she has to figure out how to word it. At least she's not glowing. She turns towards where Zelos had gestured, grateful for the distraction.