"I trust thee, Sigurdur. Thou hath always been careful when needed. It ist only light sparring. I canst show thee how to wield the Bat'leth."
Her cheeks reddened more and felt like they were on fire. In the past she would have missed the flattery, but since Jon she had become more aware of things. The thought of Jon caused her heart to ache a bit, but it was a dull ache and not the sharp ache it had been. He would always have a place in her heart, but she promised she would move on with her life.
"I wouldst not have thought thee to have such a honeyed tongue."
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