"They're very well made," he said, not really familiar enough with weapons in general to say more. But that wasn't the point was it? It was the meaning behind them. A blade made with a brother and another that belonged to a distant family member he'd never met before coming to the back of the Great Turtle. A similar story to Wan's own, if he counted himself the weapons forged together with Raava, and Korra the distant family. A stretch, to be sure. But similar enough that Wan felt he could empathize.

He reached forward, noticing the water, ready to draw it out. He stopped short, realizing that maybe Leo would prefer the water dry naturally. Biting his lower lip, he glanced up and asked, "May I?"

Though he didn't realize it, it probably looked more like he was asking to touch them.