When Asphodel's words broke the silence, Theo didn't startle. He did straighten up, turning to take her in, her voluminous skirts at odds with where they were. She had not sought out the doorway to train if her skirts were any indication. He shifted his grip on the feder's hilt, leaning on it more casually, as he braced one hand on his hip. It was a frankly casual pose, belying his heavy thoughts from a moment earlier.
“Early for you,” Theo countered, letting a slow smile flit over his lips. He tracked her movement as she stepped into the room, watching her look over the spacious room. She moved with the relaxed ease of someone who had no intention of picking up a sword. The Englishman wondered why she'd approached, but knew it could be professional intent or her insistence on needling him. Although, there had been less of that since he'd outmanoeuvred her in his office. Things had shifted, but he wasn't entirely certain of what had changed.
After a moment, he answered properly, letting out a barely there sigh. “Felt the need to train. It's been too long.” In truth, it wasn't too long since last, but he had felt restless all day, imagining phantom pains that weren't there anymore.
“Early for you,” Theo countered, letting a slow smile flit over his lips. He tracked her movement as she stepped into the room, watching her look over the spacious room. She moved with the relaxed ease of someone who had no intention of picking up a sword. The Englishman wondered why she'd approached, but knew it could be professional intent or her insistence on needling him. Although, there had been less of that since he'd outmanoeuvred her in his office. Things had shifted, but he wasn't entirely certain of what had changed.
After a moment, he answered properly, letting out a barely there sigh. “Felt the need to train. It's been too long.” In truth, it wasn't too long since last, but he had felt restless all day, imagining phantom pains that weren't there anymore.