"Don't worry, it's perfectly harmless." Ayza spoke without turning around, but she needn't look behind her to know that it was Nyra approaching. She had known the woman long enough to recognize her footsteps--that, and Ayza was intrinsically paranoid, always a bit too aware of her surroundings. She finished placing within the tree a pocket knife--one of her older ones, a treasure she could bare to part with--in exchange for the far more valuable jewelry she'd taken out of the hole. Because the knife was closed, and because Ayza considered it little more than a 'starter' knife, her words were technically not a lie: there would be no harm if it was not opened.