Erin got off the bench and slithered forward, slightly bent over like she usually was whenever Neve saw her making her way to an enemy.
The closer she got, the harder Neve's heart beat against her chest. Once she got within arm's reach, Erin whispered:
"We've done quite a lot here, haven't we? Is it not time for a little break?"
"But- floor- training- sword- you- me-"
This sudden attack had the healer's mind short-circuiting. Erin giggled a bit, tilting her head.
"Indeed, this is quite an important development. But, I'm feeling a little unmotivated if I'm being honest. Teaching someone how to fight, to me, could be likened to teaching a toddler how to read. Surely we could do *something* to spice things up, wouldn't you agree?"
Neve did not move an inch or say a word.
