There was a relief of little pinpricks of pain when Jökull disengaged her jaws from his leg. Týrr had suffered much worse than the bite of a child, but that didn't lessen the fact that her teeth were sharp as hell. He couldn't exactly peer at himself to see if she did any sort of damage but took the fact that he didn't feel the warm rush of sticky blood down his fur to be a good sign. Týrr knew well enough that children likely weren't able to tell what was play and what was actual maiming, for it was all the same to them, wasn't it? Jökull's close proximity to him remained and he glanced down at her casually, trying to figure out what it was she was doing. It sunk in a few seconds later that she was inspecting him, unaware that she was checking to make sure she didn't do any real damage, not, at least, until he felt her tongue soothe over the damp spot of fur where she had bitten him. It was such an odd and unexpected thing to Týrr, to feel the Sveijarn girl licking where she had bitten him moments before as if she cared. Which the action sort of insinuated to the Rekkr that she did, even in some small semblance. He glimpsed down at the and then back at her as she moved away from him, creating space between them. Crystalline eyes were gentle and softened measurably at her words of doubt. It was even more bizarre to hear her go from be so confident in her abilities to modest in the next moment. He thought that he understood — she was being hard on herself. Týrr was the king of being too hard on himself, punishing and pushing himself.
Life?
Týrr offered her when she appeared to struggle with the word she was looking for. He was quiet for a moment as he considered her words. It was true, her opponent in a real fight would not be stationary. He (or she) would be moving, trying to get in attacks, defending themselves, trying to deflect her attacks. Well, it's true that in a real fight your opponent would be moving, but you have to practice your moves on something stationary first. Perfect your moves and then apply them to moving target. That was how I learned.
If it did any good or not, Týrr couldn't tell her. As far as he was aware he'd never been in a real fight, himself.
If you want you could try it again but I'll move so I can try to dodge you?
He suggested. Give her a taste of if it would work in real life, or not, if she was willing, provided.
a crime so old as the sky and bone