Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

Nyra chuckled as Aerin spoke, agreeing with her words. 
But, as the wind changed just a tad, the battlemaiden took notice of the fae's sudden change, a more natural defensiveness to her stature. 
Though her look wasn't definitive, the Overseer followed the snow-waif's gaze to Whrist, who seemed to be trying to steal a free lesson from the shadows. Had Aerin not seen her, Nyra probably wouldn't have noticed the shadow in the background. 
Pointedly staring at Whrist, Nyra felt an amused smirk pull at her lips "If you wanted lessons, Whrist, you could have asked." Though her words were genuine, Nyra had taken the assumption the shadow was too proud to ask for help in her chosen trades. 
"Come." She coaxed somewhat firmly to them both, though the word was more a suggestion than an order, despite the firm tone. With a sway of her tail, Nyra gestured with her head and began to -at least attempt- to move the two women to a more open area, where they could practice without hurting themselves on something like a tree. 
Experience with combat in different terrain took time, and Nyra wanted to teach as best she could, with the trust those she mentored would voice when they wanted a change of terrain to train in.