['Carving on my blade' means nothing to her and she tilts her head, glancing to the sword in his hand. So they had the sword around since before he was born and ? ??? That's what Oona's thinking, at least.

She wonders too, why it matters.] So, you are not human? You act as if this is bad thing. Knowing you are not human should best feeling! Humans are boring and stupid and mean. And you are upset?

[She pauses a moment to actually collect herself and heaves a sigh] You know what you are now, though, right? Should be important thing. Now you know who you are, now you discover what to use that information for!

[A pause and she belatedly asks:] What kind of spirit?