Hopefully he'd have a chance to talk to Zavien after they'd finished their spar, but for the moment Tal just wanted the physical activity to push the memories of that scream and the sight of a gaping throat from his mind. And the good news for him was that it worked! As he fumbled his block and then burned his hand, all thoughts of LongNight were shoved deep down inside where they couldn't bother him for the moment. He huffed in exasperation at Zav's teasing, but he didn't turn down the chance to activate his Ring and soothe the burn across his palm and fingers. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, wise guy." he grumped, like a cat whose fur was ruffled after falling off a table.
When he was ready he made a rude gesture with his newly-Healed hand for the Dragoon to attack again, lips twitching towards a rueful smirk as he was forced to recognize his wounded pride for what it was. This time he made sure to keep his balance, however--
Not that it was necessary. Zavien moved so slowly that Tal had no trouble getting his shield up, taking the sword on the wood-and-leather board and then twisting it to the side to send the blade sliding harmlessly off to his right. "C'mon, Zav. My grandma coulda blocked that one, an' she's been dead for twenty years!"
When he was ready he made a rude gesture with his newly-Healed hand for the Dragoon to attack again, lips twitching towards a rueful smirk as he was forced to recognize his wounded pride for what it was. This time he made sure to keep his balance, however--
Not that it was necessary. Zavien moved so slowly that Tal had no trouble getting his shield up, taking the sword on the wood-and-leather board and then twisting it to the side to send the blade sliding harmlessly off to his right. "C'mon, Zav. My grandma coulda blocked that one, an' she's been dead for twenty years!"
