Set-black eyes narrowed, still fixed on the training ground, and he chewed thoughtful cud over her explanation. Tail swished as he considered what he had witnessed of her efforts. Her mounting frustration, which had ultimately set her to flee. And this, of improper breathing! Hmm...

I see! He realized with some apparent pride. Bladed head brandished back to her, and he grinned without malice, You are frightened, and so, like young antelope, you attempt to still all parts of yourself. To face a lion was to face battle, for an oryx grown. But he had seen many herdbeasts, and sometimes newborns, respond in such a way to the snap of a twig in dry brush, or the alarm call of startled birds.

Aiesha was young, just upon the cusp of adulthood. This must be lingering impulse which she sought to trample out. It is very brave of you, Nebet, to battle while your mind and heart are not aligned! Very difficult, too, I imagine. One surges ahead, and the other hesitates! But we are warriors, and it is challenge which refines us! He approved.

Although he was not certain what frightened her, in this particular moment. Khusobek?