And her frown can only deepen. If he wasn't sick, then what was the problem? He tended toward enjoying their spars. But reassured she pulled her hand back and let it fall gently back to her side. But the final statement to come from is the part that makes her feel a little off. Almost like the rug was pulled out from under here.

Something she covers by cocking her head to the side in an almost careless show of how unconcerned she is by that statement. "Okay..." She would be lying if she said she wasn't waiting for him to tell her that he didn't think he was worthy of her because of some ridiculous mission he took in the past. And if he did she was going to knock him upside the head with her fan and leave him there to roast under the winter sun.