[Training] for old time's sake

He seems worried… or unsure? And for a moment, Wessex wonders if he underestimates her. Underestimates himself? But then she remembers that Rory is a farmer and a leatherworker and for as long as she’s known him, she’s never gotten the sense that he is anything but gentle and solid. A pillar, some might call him, rather than the uncontrollable, dangerous fire he holds in his palms. But he must change with the times. Everything is different now, the possibilities for them are potentially infinite and not all of them are peaceful and good, ff that she is sure;  if she has to yank him along with her, she will do so, rather than lose him to the dangers of being unprepared. If he wants coddling, he can go somewhere else. They both know that. Wessex stands in a ‘ready’ position, knees bent and joints loose. She watches as he sparks, throws, and then manipulates, dropping to the ground with plenty of time for them to fizzle out above her. She smiles. It’s a start. Moving to get up, she asks him an important question, “What allows you to control it? Mental and physical energy? Concentration? Emotions?” A brief pause. “If you’re cornered or threatened, will something spark a response, or do you have to concentrate on it for it to happen?” Cause they can always work on fire as a defensive tool, rather than an offensive one. But just in case he needs a quick break (remembering the weird, slightly dark expresion), she offers, “Or we can take a quick break for knives,” looking to where she left the blades. Or he can call the shots - after all, training is a two-way street.   ---------- Feel free to choose what you want to do next/ its attack and PP W agreeing to it :) WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm