Cast me down where the devil don’t go

There was that name again, Io, Iolaire, she would certainly have to track the other wolf down under less embarrassing circumstances, Meadow was a new name she would tuck away in the back of her mind to try and find later too. The Archer-Lyall grinned eagerly at the offer of a spar, her head dipping ever so slightly in deference to the other woman on learning of her rank. She was yet to be tested by Sirius, and so wasn’t quite sure where she would stand when it all shook out. "I will definitely take you up on that next time," Her grin was genuine.

The next question though, threw her for a bit of a loop. She liked both skills for very different reasons, and yet they complimented each other so well. Her face was thoughtful. "I don’t think I could pick one over the other..." she finally confessed. "Fighting exercises my body, healing exercises my mind... besides, if you know how to put someone back together, it makes it easier to know how to take them apart, where the soft parts are, what is going to cause the most damage when you need it to." The conversation may have been taking a darker turn than she intended, but her tone was surprisingly light. It was a good thing she wasn’t afraid of letting her pack mates see her as she was. "What about you? Is fighting all you do?"

"speech".