Training

Swordfight on the edge of a cliff was not the best idea but that was on him for asking her to train there - he knows she doesn't care about the location, so he should've offered to move at least a little further away, but words keep getting stuck in his throat when he talks to her.

He's unused to fighting without a shield and keeps missing jabs at his free arm, and barely manages to land one hit on her when a feint knocks his practice sword out of his hand, and her sword tips his chin.

The twins whistle in approval from the campsite as she stands still, eyes still closed and sword still raised, and he's frozen to the spot while his face grows hotter.

When he's able to move, he tries to drop on one knee to express his gratitude for the training session, but he doesn't take the cliff into account, his leg slips, and he starts falling.

She instantly throws the sword away to catch his hand.

- T-thank you, - he breathes, pulling himself back to solid ground and taking a couple steps away from the scenery.

She shrugs.

- And thank you for the training, - he collects himself into a straight knightly posture. The twins audibly snort from behind.

She nods and turns away to continue looking at the vast world below them, as she did before he bothered her with the whole swordfight thing. He retreats to the campsite, still blushing.