Much to do

Gossamer perked up at the news of her mother doing better. That was a relief. She had to stop and think for a minute on her father's questions. There were many thoughts that flashed through her mind and it took her a moment to order them. "Well, I feel pretty confident with where I'm at with healing. Ásta has been an invaluable instructor. My fighting… could improve. It needs work. I want to be a Lieutenant some day and I'm just…" Nowhere near good enough. She absently pawed at her facial scars.

"For training I wouldn't mind having lessons with some of the more experienced fighters. It doesn't have to be a one on one teacher student thing. Just whoever's available." She was ready to soak up any training she could find from whoever was willing to give it and multiple perspectives would be invaluable.

"Father… it might not be my place, but I did want to speak with you about Aris." Oh boy, where should she start. "It's a good that the pack is focusing in on training again. But I've been assigned as Aris' healing teacher and Ophelia as her fight instructor. I'm happy to continue training Aris in healing and Ophelia is a far better fighter than she gives herself credit for, however," she took a breath. "It's the three of us again, like before. I think she'd benefit from an adult instructor, at least in one area. And someone should train a bit with Ophelia, help her with her self confidence." He rounder sister really was a talented fighter. It was frustrating the other girl didn't see it. Gossamer was lacking in the moral support area and she had no idea how to help.