For one so adventurous as Irisviel, it would be remiss she wander without means of sufficient defence. It was for that reason that the Servant arrived on the dawn of New Year with a gift wrapped fit for the holidays recently passed, as if offering forgotten. What entered Irisviel's possession was not a Christmas present — rather than comfort or food, what lie beneath the wrapping paper was a Weapon Star, meant to return the woman's metal wires. Irisviel had always been a shining beacon of support, and Saber had never managed to pay in equal, but this could serve as a step toward that without encroaching long-overdue freedom.
it was something of a silent frustration, Irisviel's lack of power at her beck and call. not for the fact that she felt weak or useless without it but simply because this city was not always an idyllic dream. though she herself had only recently experienced some of the chaos that often happened, people talked. and it is from that talking that had her wishing to, at the very least, be able to defend herself or her family if need be. it would have been unfair to rely on Saber for that protection. with Irisviel's newfound freedom, she could do what she couldn't before. and it seemed that her favorite Servant had something of a shared thought process.
the woman takes the offered Weapon Star, fingers curled delicately around the crystallized object. ruby eyes flicker to meet emerald green, an unspoken question being answered with a nod. it was all she needed as her grip grew around the Star tightened. her strength was nowhere near phenomenal, but it was enough. the Weapon Star shatters in her palm like that of a hammer smashing against a mirror, a small burst of light exuding from inside her fist. it's over within seconds and when fingers unfurl, the gentle green luminescence of wires is what she finds.
her smile widens in an instant as she looks back to Arturia, reaching out with her free hand to pull the Servant into a tight hug. " Thank you, Saber. "