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Have you considered hiring a bodyguard? I know their are some for hire here, though I don't know how skilled they are.

[She sets her head in her hands, embarrassed but considering it.] It's been brought up once or twice at work, [she admits, running her hands down her face and sweeping her hair back.]

I should hire someone to train me. I'm not a fan of pushing my issues into other people, especially when I should be able to handle it myself.

Train you to do what? Fight? Fight how?

I'm alright with the elements, if I can keep my distance, but I wasn't about to show my wings until I had to, and my soldiers don't have the patience to teach me hand to hand, let alone how to use the stupid Sword.

[He frowned.]

No offense, but I don't really know how to teach a women how to fight. My instructor was very rough on me, rougher then he would have been on most, so I can try to teach you but I don't know how well I'll do.

[But at least patience was something he had in abundance.]

[She blinked at him, surprised.]

...was that an offer?

[It was, as awkward of an offer as it was.]

If you'd rather find someone else to teach you, that's fine as well.

[She studies him for a moment, then laughs under her breath, shaky as it is.]

If my men weren't patient enough for it even with their prior obligations to me, I highly doubt I'll find anyone else here that would even be willing to try... [She's embarrassed, but...also maybe a little desperate at this point. At least they're friends, and he does seem to care about her wellbeing. Plus he's already seen her almost at her worst. A pitiful sparring match every now and then can't hurt her pride much further.] If you'd be up to it, I'd... really appreciate it.

[He nodded.]

I can teach you. If your men weren't patient enough to do so themselves then they likely weren't as skilled as they could be on the battlefield either. A battle takes patience and focus, and you never show the enemy your underbelly. That is a mistake that is liable to always get you killed.

[She only nods tiredly, knowing full well it might not just be their patience keeping them from wanting to train her. It's more likely they don't have the time, as they're more often than not leading themselves in her stead.]

[Perhaps, but in that case, it would be her job to learn what she needed in order to be a leader. Good leaders couldn't just sit behind everyone else and not help or work with them. They had to know the tactics, who all their men were, and if they didn't know something, had to be the ones to step up and take the time and learn it so it didn't backfire on those under their command.]

As I said, I can teach you. I just make no guarantees on how good I'll be at it. I've only taught men before and it's a different training style. Especially when you go back to my days.

[Hence her guilt in hiding behind a familiar, much more comfortable celebrity facade. At least she was willing to start some sort of training now, even under the guise of a happy career.]

Don't worry about it... Being hit won't make me cry and its a lot harder to kill me than most would think. I'm willing to try. Even basic self defense would be a step up from nothing.]

Perhaps, but I was trained never to hit a woman. Ever. And in my day, training was done in the nude. Though of course, I intend for you to not have to train that way. You'll be wearing clothes for this.

You sure? I wouldn't want to miss out on any proper training by marring it with modern social etiquette-

....Then your trainer was a good man. [And now she's a little more keen on the idea of him training her. She trusts him already, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting there with her in such a state, but knowing he'll handle things well is nice.

She does raise a brow at him, and had not emptied the contents of her stomach on the way home and seen the things she had seen in the last hour or so, she might have leapt at the opportunity to gently tease him. As it was, she can only muster a nod.] I appreciate that. Less distraction at the very least.

[There's something there that makes Styxx smile almost fondly at the memory of Galen.]

Yes, he was. Galen was like a father to me.

[And Styxx missed him almost as much as he missed his Bet.]

We can start whenever you're ready, but don't expect me to go too easy on you either, so be ready for it.

[Whatever he is that he's feeling toward his memory of Galen makes her soften, and she nods quietly, giving him the space of a few moments to let it sink it a little before she responds.]

I wouldn't expect anything less. Just promise you won't laugh too hard or think any less of me.

Considering what I went through under Galen's tutelage, I assure you that I won't laugh or think less of you as long as you make an effort.

[She gives a small smile.] So long as we don't start tomorrow, I think it'll be fine. [She already knows she's not getting any sleep tonight.]

As I've said, let me know when you're ready to start and we will.

Right... Don't let me impose on your schedule, though. [Especially since he was offering.

She sets her face back in her hands again, elbows on her table and blood still spattering her clothing. The glowing patterns have finally faded away the more he's talked her down, but it still seems like she's not entirely sure what to do next. Being alone would mean being left with only her thoughts, but she couldn't expect him to waste his time here.]

You're not. I offered after all. Go get cleaned up. I'll wait here if you want so you're not alone.

[He's unreal. She keeps herself from staring at him and nods, pushing herself up from her seat and heading toward her room, eevee in tow. She does pause at the door and glances back at him before she disappears, though.]

....can I ask one more favor? [It looks like she hates to do so, but she'd rather not be handling food as she is.] Can you order pizza or Chinese or... something? My card's in the bag. .....if you'd rather not, that's okay, too.

I'll order something. Go get cleaned up.

[And he wouldn't tell her that when it arrived, he'd pay for it too. It wasn't as if he spent his money often anyway, so when she got out, the pizza would be here. Nothing spectacular or anything, but it was better then nothing.]

[It earns him a melted, but extremely grateful smile before she heads off to shower.

She makes it as quick as she can, though she does take a few moments to completely compose herself now that she feels safe enough to do so. Even if those... things come after her, she's not in Everglade. There are laws here, ones that make sense, and Styxx is just outside the door.

She takes a deep breath, then sighs heavily and shuts off the water, letting the water run over her skin for a few moments before towling off and getting dressed.

She comes back to him a few minutes later in a pair of loose fitting sweats hanging off her hips and a tank top, lacy bralett below it and all. It's nothing extravagant, but it's mostly modest. She doesn't want to make him uncomfortable in the wake of his kindness, and she's not sure she can really afford any more vulnerability herself. She makes her way over to the coffee table and grins.] Thanks... what did you pick?

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