[She isn't denying it - she's learned some humility, at least in terms of her fighting skills.
When he shows up she's already hard at work with knives of her own, held backward like fangs as she drills herself through dodging, rolling and striking with quick, sharp movements. Her hair is up in braided pigtails, to keep it away from her face, and her crow pin is placed neatly on top of her bag to keep it safe.
When she spots Ivar she stands up properly, all bright smiles as she greets him with a wave. And then she stumbles a bit, still dizzy from rolling about.]
How has your week been? I feel like I haven't left the house nearly enough.
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When he shows up she's already hard at work with knives of her own, held backward like fangs as she drills herself through dodging, rolling and striking with quick, sharp movements. Her hair is up in braided pigtails, to keep it away from her face, and her crow pin is placed neatly on top of her bag to keep it safe.
When she spots Ivar she stands up properly, all bright smiles as she greets him with a wave. And then she stumbles a bit, still dizzy from rolling about.]
How has your week been? I feel like I haven't left the house nearly enough.