Rhia sits back down. She's a tiny bit tired, but not by a lot.

Trisha comes over and sits besides her, careful not to sit on the smaller girl.

She smiles up at her.

She smiles back. "You are one epic little girl."

She writes again. "So, I've shown you how I fight. Why don't you show me how you fight?"

"Me? You sure? It's not as epic as you for sure, and I don't even have my dagger anymore."

She hands her a pencil. It's somewhat sharp.

She tenderly takes it, the muscles in her arms coiling beneath her skin. She longed to get in a work out. "So I'm taking that as your sure?"

She nods, and writes. "You can just use Zaire. He can handle damage better than most."

"Doubt he'll like that, but okay." She shrugged, she herself a little concerned on how she'd seem to Rhia afterwards.