She worries about her balance, about her left side weakness, but her footwork is almost flawless. It must be the result of careful practice and repetition, because it’s not something that would come naturally to her. It’s impressive, but it also tugs at chords of sadness in my chest. I taught her how to hold a bow, how to dance, how to station an army. But when it came to swordplay, she first learned from Grey.
