Deeds will not be less valiant
because they are unpraised.
because they are unpraised.
Not wanting Liam to feel bad for something he'd asked him to do, Zavien shook his head, momentarily releasing his arm to wave away any guilt that might try to land. "Don't be. It'll heal." Although painful, it was a temporary wound that would be more than worth it in the end. His sword would be stronger for it. He would be stronger for it.
Taking a deep breath, the harsh lines of pain dulled, his smile less strained when he directed it to the man. "Thanks for the help." He glanced down at the weapon still clutched in his grasp, lifting it for Liam to take back. "Your sword is really something, and you haven't lost your skills yet," he said, a playful gleam shining amidst the green of his gaze. Liam might feel old, but holding his own with an unfamiliar sword was proof enough that the skills weren't buried too deep in the past.
Taking a deep breath, the harsh lines of pain dulled, his smile less strained when he directed it to the man. "Thanks for the help." He glanced down at the weapon still clutched in his grasp, lifting it for Liam to take back. "Your sword is really something, and you haven't lost your skills yet," he said, a playful gleam shining amidst the green of his gaze. Liam might feel old, but holding his own with an unfamiliar sword was proof enough that the skills weren't buried too deep in the past.
Zavien
