Firefly Glen starry eyed

His question was met with a doeish blink. He had seen. Would her pride ever recover? Whatever of it she had left, anyway. Nodding but not responding verbally lest her voice break with shame or humiliation, she moved right along. As he spoke of emotion about the fight, Leta realized that was what had fueled her in that fight. She definitely could have died. How do you... take that out of it...? she wondered. Fear for his life, fear for hers, anger too... her bodys limbs had been animated with just that. No thinking at all. Just feeling. 

His advice was noted, though she was caught entirely by surprise when he spun to crouch in a play bow to the point she jumped away with a little oh! before laughing. It wasn't an unpleasant surprise, that he was so willing to teach her, and Leta fell into a playbow too. Fighting this minute, though, wasn't on her agenda—with a twinkle in her eye, Leta declared, well, how about you catch me first? before springing up and launching away. From her, there was nothing tactical about it; she just wanted to brush off her nerves for the lesson to come, and running often helped with that. Keeping to the borders so as to keep their scents there, Leta laughed along the way.