The Sunspire Even flowers have their dangers

She laughed as he admitted to perhaps needing his own tree. "Well, you can gladly share mine, though I don't know how much fight it has left in it." The poor thing was looking a little worn after she'd been tugging and worrying it. "Maybe we could practice with each other? We might find a little more challenge than we'd get out of a tree anyway. Maybe." She couldn't promise that though. Her fights wither her father had been long ago, and though she remembered his lessons, she'd been rather lax with practice. It showed.

"If you want, that is!" She wasn't going to expect it of him, nor would she be put out if he didn't wish to. Another sparring partner would come along, she was sure, and it probably wouldn't hurt her to get practice in in the meantime so she wouldn't get trounced. Not that she wouldn't get trounced anyway, of course. It would be fun to spar with him though, and it had been a while since she'd had a good bout of play wrestling. Her father had been a bit... protective since the whole thing with her brother.