"Thanks.." Libbs sighed. "Man, I hope I learn to get as useful as you. I had gone out before, with a friend I made in the Artisan's guild. He's really kind and quiet. Shy. But he knew how to use a sword. Good thing too. We almost needed it. In the end, we were okay, but like.." she paused, standing up and stretching. "I would've felt bad if I couldn't help out." she nodded. "Someone said I should attend one of the Militia marches or something, but I don't know how much I'd pull from that." she paused. "What do you think?" she asked Jigano, looking slightly concerned for a brief moment.
She let the comment go about the fae. Mainly, because she could feel the bit of strain of going too deep into something she wholly didn't understand yet. It was kind of like the electronics in a car. Installing them was easy enough. Configuring them to do things? Ugh. She learned how, but it took a lot of reading. A lot of thinking. A lot of concept organizing. And this felt like one of those theory crafting topics that would have probably given her a migraine without cause. Especially because there was bigger things to learn. Like how to fight.
Libbs nodded though, ready to oblige. "Sure. I can give you a hand. Whaddya plan on teaching, Jigs?" she asked, taking off the hoodie and tying it around her waist, running her hands on her bare arms and prepared to follow along and haul. She may be clutzy. She may be slow. But she had the strength and endurance of an ox.
She let the comment go about the fae. Mainly, because she could feel the bit of strain of going too deep into something she wholly didn't understand yet. It was kind of like the electronics in a car. Installing them was easy enough. Configuring them to do things? Ugh. She learned how, but it took a lot of reading. A lot of thinking. A lot of concept organizing. And this felt like one of those theory crafting topics that would have probably given her a migraine without cause. Especially because there was bigger things to learn. Like how to fight.
Libbs nodded though, ready to oblige. "Sure. I can give you a hand. Whaddya plan on teaching, Jigs?" she asked, taking off the hoodie and tying it around her waist, running her hands on her bare arms and prepared to follow along and haul. She may be clutzy. She may be slow. But she had the strength and endurance of an ox.
