Aria had no choice but to bend down and pick up her sword, even as she stared at her reddened hands, shocked to see how unconcerned Varret looked.
Aria might not have been aware of it herself, but she had been getting used to being treated with respect as Zyren's pet—which was why it was surprising to see a guard who didn't so much as care that her hand was bruised.
"Zyren gave me permission to train you. That's what I'm going to do," he said, almost like that sentence alone explained all it was she needed to know.
Aria nodded her head as she held the sword with both her hands, only to watch Varret shake his head as he placed the sword he held in his hand on the ground like a walking stick.
"Go ahead and swing it a thousand times," he instructed, even as Aria responded with a vastly confused expression on her face, like she couldn't believe he would ask her to do such a thing—but he simply stared at her in a way that showed he was waiting to see his instructions obeyed.
