[Training] Who am I without my armor?

He slid a glance over towards Maea as she took back her weapon and settled down onto the stony strand. It was still weird to think about the petite woman killing anyone, but hail, defending herself against an attacker out for blood wasn't really murder in his eyes. The experience had clearly affected her, however, and after a moment he looked away, leaving her to her own ideas of penance and working hard to keep the conversation going as if nothing had gotten briefly weird about it.

"Yeah, I like 'em a lot," he agreed on the topic of Frey, and then nodded amiable agreement to the idea of improving the chakram. "Seems like a good fit for your fire magic?" he offered, a little uncertain if she would agree. "Or is it gettin' t'be too much fire?" There was that whole 'too much of a good thing' saying...

Her grin was a relief when he glanced over again, and her request was a lot easier to meet with a grin of his own. "You bet! An' maybe y'can help me out th'next time I'm gettin' my Dagger improved, too?" It was always nice to have people to rely on for quest tasks.

Even if it was weird to realize that he had people in his life now that he did rely on, no longer the grumpy lone wolf who spent more time with dogs than humans and tried to do everything by himself.