Cedar Sweep knight of flowers

A hearty laugh followed her admission. "Well then! A girl of my own heart. I would show you how it'd done, but, ah-" his gaze drifted to the broken branch. "It seems to have seen better days." 

Himself too had seen better days. Galathiel flexed each of his limbs in turn as she spoke, noting with discontent the ache and twinge of muscle. Without a squire to spar with, he'd turned to more...creative practices, and by Gods it hurt! 

"Unfortunately so. I've never been the solitary type, but circumstances be damned. This might be good for me." Closing the distance between them, Galathiel reached to brush his nose in greeting briefly upon her lithe shoulders. "Tell me about your pack then. It's my turn to be curious."