Tricks of the Trade

Sirius responded to her hail promptly, which Resin appreciated. There was a grin on his face. Something that she hadn't seen yet. She, however, didn't grin. The one eyed woman most assuredly smiled less than most everyone. It just wasn't her thing. That didn't mean that there was a scowl plastered across her scarred visage. She was simply neutral. The woman was neutral in most things.

His words prompted a nod and her maw parted to speak. "I could use some exercise. Try to loosen myself up after my wounds." Iolaire had been working with her to help with the tightness in her shoulder and chest. The injury that she'd sustained had torn some vital ligaments and scar tissue had hardened. Her daughter assured her that she would regain most if not all of her motion in time.

Rolling her shoulders, the woman continued to speak, that single sulfur eye never leaving the form of the titan before her. "I thought that we might share tactics. Teach one another what we know." She also wanted to see what the man was about. Resin wanted to know just why her daughter would tie herself to a stranger so readily. Why did Sirius instill such loyalty in Iolaire? Perhaps, by the end of their training together, she would know.