Eye of the Tiger

Lúta paused halfway up the steps, panting lightly as she took a breather. Now that she was a Knight and still recovering from her respiratory illness she knew she needed to get herself back in fighting shape. She'd done her best in the tournament but felt she could have done better. It was a sign she needed to train and so she was working her way up and down the stairs to build up her stamina and to push her lungs. That was one of her biggest concerns. Being a healer she knew the risk of scarring to her lungs was significant and it could fully cripple her, but so far her training was going well. She would gasp sooner than she used to but she had no asthma attacks or other concerning signs. She started trotting back up the stairs again. She could go a bit longer yet.