If Ysalwen were exactly what she appears to be, doubtless his silent observation would make her feel sulky, or judged, or apt to seek out a response of some kind. Any kind.

But she is not just a teenaged mage learning the rudiments of an entirely new discipline that is far, far different from what she's learned before.

She is a battle-tested Warden who has learned to shove her temper deep within, to pay attention to what's around her and to learn what she can, as she can, because the world is not about to slow down to let her catch up.

And she believes deeply that everyone deserves freedom and at least a little bit of kindness. And this -- this is a time to be kind. And to appreciate a gift.

And to loosen her blasted, bloody wrist so that one good hit isn't going to knock this blade out of her hand. Ah, there it is.

One more time, then the next, and the next . . .

Liranan, meanwhile, decides that now is the perfect time for a nap. Thanks, Liranan.