Zavien
Zavien reached out a hand to keep Lena from faceplanting, although she seemed to do fine on her own. Flashing her an encouraging grin, he shrugged his shoulders. "Not at all." He stepped back, crossing his arms as he listened to her reasoning. Obviously, she didn't need to justify her actions or whereabouts to him. They were dating, not glued at the hip.
He waved a hand to dismiss any potential suspicions of hurt feelings, smiling warmly. "Well, whatever the reasons, it's a pleasant surprise." Despite the fact that he'd ended up with a large bruise on his side and a slight dent in his pride from the loss.
Her final words brought a scowl to his face. Stepping forward again, he grasped Lena's shoulders, staring seriously into her eyes. "You are not a hindrance whether you choose to train or not." He paused a moment to make sure the words sank in before adding softly, "But if you do feel a need, I'm always available for you." Zavien smiled, an open invitation for any and all assistance. He'd be a coach or a punching bag or an open ear. However, not wanting to overstep, he added, "Unless you prefer to train alone?"
He waved a hand to dismiss any potential suspicions of hurt feelings, smiling warmly. "Well, whatever the reasons, it's a pleasant surprise." Despite the fact that he'd ended up with a large bruise on his side and a slight dent in his pride from the loss.
Her final words brought a scowl to his face. Stepping forward again, he grasped Lena's shoulders, staring seriously into her eyes. "You are not a hindrance whether you choose to train or not." He paused a moment to make sure the words sank in before adding softly, "But if you do feel a need, I'm always available for you." Zavien smiled, an open invitation for any and all assistance. He'd be a coach or a punching bag or an open ear. However, not wanting to overstep, he added, "Unless you prefer to train alone?"
I learned that in suffering,
we find the true measure of our strength.
we find the true measure of our strength.
