Rude, Sohalia! Tal twitched as a finger found his ribs, but fought to keep up his 'dead' act until he figured enough time had passed that he could safely resurrect. He sat up and continued the lesson from his place on the floor, though now they were on to words and warnings more than physical demonstration.
He nodded in enlightened understanding as Soh explained her staff training and a few pieces fell into place, then he offered another option of getting out of a tight spot. A simple but nasty lesson in head wounds that was easy to remember. He started to move the knife down to his ribs but his friend's question stopped him and he shrugged. "I mean... mostly, I don't fight other people," he admitted easily. "If I've got any choice at all about it, I run. But when I was growin' up there were cultists an' cannibals in Halo. We got 'em cleared out now," he hasted to assure her, lest he scare her off visiting. "But... well." He looked away, grimacing as he reached up with his free hand to rub the back of his neck. "Look. It's not like I go lookin' for a fight. But if someone else wants t'start one with me? I'm gonna make sure that I'm the one walkin' away from it when it's over." He looked up at her soberly. "An' same goes for you, Soh. The trainin'? It's 'cause I want you t'make it home if anythin' happens out there." Being a cartographer meant going to some dangerous places, after all.
He nodded in enlightened understanding as Soh explained her staff training and a few pieces fell into place, then he offered another option of getting out of a tight spot. A simple but nasty lesson in head wounds that was easy to remember. He started to move the knife down to his ribs but his friend's question stopped him and he shrugged. "I mean... mostly, I don't fight other people," he admitted easily. "If I've got any choice at all about it, I run. But when I was growin' up there were cultists an' cannibals in Halo. We got 'em cleared out now," he hasted to assure her, lest he scare her off visiting. "But... well." He looked away, grimacing as he reached up with his free hand to rub the back of his neck. "Look. It's not like I go lookin' for a fight. But if someone else wants t'start one with me? I'm gonna make sure that I'm the one walkin' away from it when it's over." He looked up at her soberly. "An' same goes for you, Soh. The trainin'? It's 'cause I want you t'make it home if anythin' happens out there." Being a cartographer meant going to some dangerous places, after all.
