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[sankta]

FROM: starkov.alina@cdc.org

If you know any other Grisha teachers that are better for my knees and my self-esteem I'm taking recommendations. In the meantime, there's only Baghra. [ If the Darkling hadn't already got to her... ]

[sturmhond]

[ Hmm. Prepare for a sudden switch to audio, Alina. He wants to sound gentle here, and it's hard to do that with text. ]

I'll get Baghra for you. I promised. You are however going to have to give me some kind of leeway, on account of being stuck on an alien planet. Grisha training will have to wait.

[sankta]

I know you will. I didn't trust her to your for nothing.

[ But all of that aside, because she can't focus on that. ]

I'm not at any skill-level to teach.

[sturmhond]

Then I'll teach you, as well.

[sankta]

You will?

[sturmhond]

I will.

Though I suspect you're better than you imagine. You generally are.

[sankta]

Do I have to train the others to get training from you? [ Ignoring that last part intentionally. ]

[sturmhond]

[ He's smiling. She's getting to know him a little too well. ]

You know, teaching others is its own form of training.

[sankta]

Why do I still talk to you?

Fine. I'll do it. But you better be a damn good teacher.

[sturmhond]

[ He injects a tone of moderate disbelief into his voice. ]

Saints, you must have forgotten who you're talking to. I'll have you shooting a bullseye at fifty feet within a week.

And that's before we even get on to the fencing lessons.

[sankta]

Does this mean I have to buy a sword now?

[sturmhond]

Do you mean to tell me you haven't?

[sankta]

I was just going to get food and clothes. Maybe some new knives.

[sturmhond]

Saints. Yes, get a sword. I'll make you good with it, believe me.

[sankta]

Anything else while you're barking orders at me?

[sturmhond]

Yes.

Will you join me for dinner? After our supplies arrive, obviously.

[sankta]

What?

Like... you're cooking dinner?

[sturmhond]

[ He laughs, sounding strangely honest when he does so. ]

I was thinking about it.

[sankta]

Oh.


Okay. That would be nice.

[sturmhond]

[ Did she just...

Agree? She's never agreed to anything so easily. Well, he'd better get someone to teach him how to cook beef now. ]

Excellent. I'll call on you, then, once supplies are in.

[sankta]

[ This is different!!! ]

Getting a little formal now?

That sounds good. I'll wait until then, then.

[sturmhond]

We have to do these things properly.

Do you want me to wear cologne? I could wear cologne.

[sankta]

It would make a change from your usual stink. So please, do.

[sturmhond]

I happen to have a wonderful natural scent. Let's hope it doesn't overpower your delicate sensibilities.

[sankta]

You do know I've met you, right? I know what you smell like.