Will You?

Brenna eyed Ciaran, assessing. Then she drew her sword, offered it to him. “Go ahead. Give it a good swing.”

Ciaran grinned and accepted it from her - and grunted at its weight. He looked down at it, then at Brenna.

“I’m stronger than I look,” she said. She smirked when he handed the sword back.

“Fine, maybe I was hasty,” Ciaran said. “Will you still teach me?”

“Aye,” Brenna said. “I’ve a practice sword in my bower. Come along.”

She led him into one of the caves, flung off her cloak and set it aside. “Light a fire, will you?”