Moonspear It isn't very often

Yes, she said without thinking, eyes glittering as adrenaline spiked pleasantly in her veins.

He stepped in front of her, his body perpendicular to hers, and Treepie tensed in anticipation. But she heard a soft alarm bell ringing in the back of her head. He’s still recovering, it reminded her. Maybe put a pin in it? You won’t become a seasoned fighter in one day anyway.

Although, she said, straightening out legs that had begun bowing in preparation for a match, maybe we can pick this up another day, when you’re feeling 100%? It could even be a reg—

Hang on, he’s leaving someday soon, that same voice chimed in. Still, it can wait until tomorrow or the next day. You don’t want to overexert yourself, either.

Well, I’d like it if we could meet up and spar a few times before you leave, anyway, Tiuttuk finished her thought.