a little visit

It wasn't terribly surprising that even a younger family exceeded his fighting skills. As far as he knew, Malleus had grown up among the Abraxas, where he had been cast out.. though given his own circumstances, he believed he'd been better suited to train away from his family. Still, he was pleased with their fight, and it didn't seem like Malleus was disappointed with his own display of skills - which pleased him most of all. Beaming, he panted heavily as he stood, and struggled to catch his breath, deciding that the rest of the afternoon might be well spent resting.

He nodded appreciatively at his nephew's offer. He might think himself beyond needing a healer to patch him up, but he wasn't willing to offend his kin, especially not when his skills in that field far dwarfed his own nonexistent ones.  "If you don't mind," he offered nonchalantly, despite the slight sting he felt burning in his scruff. Perhaps he ought to have thought twice before pulling away from Malleus' bite, but he had no doubt the wounds would heal well before he needed to worry about fighting again, and it wasn't like he could change the outcome of their spar now.