Ravensblood Forest There's a Whole Damn Army

Vagabond frowned and looked down at her. Realistically, he wasn't the one who deserved to spill the man's blood. If Violante had chosen to let him go he had to support her decision. He was awed by her, she was beginning to break the cycle of violence in the Cruor family. He hoped the same could be true with Vex, but he doubted it. If Lorelai does not know, let's keep it that way.  The attack had plagued her nightmares, he wondered if she still had them, he certainly hoped not, but memories faded but did not simply go away, he knew from experience.

He smiled broadly at the notion of training with Violante. He cherished each moment he spent with her. He didn't exactly relish that she'd be tapping back into her past experiences to teach him, but she was the best source of knowledge they had. Where will you find the time, love? He knew she would try to make time, but he had a lot to catch up on, and he planned on pushing himself. I'd like to be ready as soon as possible, I don't like... not knowing what I'm doing. He finally admitted, his face growing distant, lost in time. The man had no formal training whatsoever other than his enslavement to be forced to fight. That was almost always dumb luck though.

When topic changed to their children he blinked and refocused on her. Perhaps they should take one member of Sacrarium with them? He didn't want to stifle their independence, but he didn't want them to be completely alone either. In case they run into trouble... at least we'll know... He trailed off. His face grew distant again, he couldn't imagine losing any of his children, the pain of it alone would break him. He shook himself and pressed into Violante.