Thorian's POV
"Good, keep your back straight and don't tighten up so fast in a fight," I told her.
We were training together in the quiet spot again, our moves smooth and in sync. I was struck by her skill and concentration, but as we sparred, her sleeve slid up, showing a rough scar on her arm.
My eyes got wide in shock, and I paused without thinking, staring at the scar. Lyra, picking up on my slip, used it and hit with a quick kick, making me step back unsteady.
"That was solid," I praised but spotted something. As we pulled apart, Lyra covered her scar fast, her eyes showing a bit of shame and caution. I was still taking in what I'd seen, and went to her with fresh respect and interest.
"Hey, sorry about that," I said, my voice gentler. "Didn't mean to gawk. What... happ
