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if you can't fight, you can learn. he pipes in, narrowed eyes sweeping over her frame. lean, agile. she would make for a hell of an endurance fighter. his gaze flicked to the regina briefly before settling back on the younger woman, offering no judgment but also no reassurance. i'll make sure of it. everyone needs to be able to defend themselves, especially right now.

hunting and mending are useful, he says with a huff, then quickly adds: you’ll learn the rest as you go. everyone does.

his eyes moved back to ameline, silently deferring to her judgment. he was confident the regina would find a place for twitch if she deemed her worth the effort. but tvar wasn’t about to vouch too strongly—if twitch was going to make it here, she needed to prove herself under ameline’s scrutiny, not just his. still, there was a faint flicker of approval in his gaze as he watched her try to hold her own.

she’ll do fine, he speaks again, and habitually signs, this time for ameline.