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Leta disagreed, but was too nonconfrontational to make a real fuss over it. She had already said how she felt—she wasn't ready for that step. Leta did not know the first thing about being a leader... though perhaps she might have an instinct for it, given both of her parents. Still, on a personal level Leta did not know if the desire was there. 

Was it? Did she want that? 

It was a lot to think about, but fortunately not even a bridge that needed crossing. 

Flexing a paw as he spoke, she nodded. He was right, of course... she wasn't a fighter, so naturally that made sense. As far as her being good at things he was not, Leta was not all too sure what she was really good at. But she wanted to find out. Leta wanted to pursue something. And Charlie reminded her of that. Looking to him appreciatively, she murmured in earnest, thank you Charlie, because she sensed that he believed in her, and believed that. Saw something in her that she did not see in herself. She just had to find it. 

His agreeing with her caused her tail to wave; it was a relief and a comfort to hear it. And when he brought up moves, Leta's eyes grew a little wider. Ohh, you know some moves? I have to see them, she encouraged, waving her tail. It could help me learn! She bet Charlie could teach her a thing or two. Shoot, anyone could—she wasn't really a wealth of knowledge on the subject of fighting.