free as a breeze

“Truly” he agreed, reluctant to let this project walk away, but understanding it was the right thing to do. ”If you decide, some day down the track, you wish for more training, you may return to the school I'm building.” He offered to her. He saw no reason for them to leave on bad footing. He had always kept his word to Poem, and she in turn had kept hers. If her heart had been in it, he would have kept her for that year, and fought for another. Well, if you cared for something, you let it go, right? Not that he would admit to any fondness for his student.

“Come, one last spar, and then I will help you pack some provisions for your journey” he said, moving a few steps away from here, where he stretched and put himself into an easy, stable position, inviting her to make the first move.