[ at the question, he takes a moment to think it over; he knows that there are swords that have broken and swords that have burned, but he is neither of those. at best, he can only imagine what it's like to break — and how difficult it is, based on what they're made out of. ]

Well, it depends on things like how we're used, how we're made... but for the most part, we're pretty durable, so it's not too easy for us to break.

[ that, and he wouldn't want to overwhelm her with a surprise lecture on Everything Swords.™ but he's surprised that while fickle, the door did open for her in the first place. malfunctioning technology sure is picky... he thinks about how difficult it must have been, and presses his lips together in a thin, somber line. ]

That sounds harsh. [ he means it, genuinely — not only could the door have squashed her, but she's also stuck... outside. not a desirable situation for anyone, much less for a small girl. and then, true to his nature, he offers a solution that doesn't seem fitting at all. ]

Have you considered cracking one of your windows open? Like this, you'll probably end up having to break into your own house.