understood the assignment

Taking half of the stack of blankets and helping the Warlord lay them down to air out, Hazel was genuinely happy to help. He'd done so much over the years, it seemed like the little things were what she could give back. Helping him with blankets, running errands for Halo, doing the little things for the family that had adopted her with open arms when she could barely fend for herself. She does things like this because she loves them, you know?

"I hope so," she admitted. Though Sirius's tone had been teasing, Hazel found herself genuinely enjoying the time she'd spent teaching. The pups weren't her primary focus right now, but they were so much fun. She'd really taken a shine to working with the children, more than she ever thought she would or could. "I have the equipment list for Ruga here, if you want to add anything to it." She inclined her head to the basket that Halo had sent her up with, filled with various crafting materials from the garden, some soap, and the list scrawled on the leaf of a large plant she didn't recognize. "He's my next stop, and Halo asked me to bring more stuff to him on the way."

"As for lessons, I worked with Gabriel some, we talked about fighting when you're at a size or weight disadvantage. I took Charlie on market patrol and we talked about how to look for threats we might need to neutralize. I took some time to talk to Grimoire about choosing a path, he has some fighting skill but he hasn't chosen a rank yet." Hazel mentally went over the list of things she'd done with them. "And I did a lesson with Charlie, Dread, and Andy, we talked about how to reflect on your past fights to do better in the next ones." That was perhaps the most important thing that Hazel had learned for herself.

"Every fighter tier three and above has mastered both of their skills, and so has Andy. Malachai and Aris are both close to mastering fighting, and Gabriel still has a ways to go. As for the lower tier ranks, particularly the pups, everyone still needs some work." Hazel admits with a soft nod. "I've started where I can, when I'm not on patrol. Is there anyone you'd like me to focus on?" She's worried that she's not doing enough, that she's not living up to his standards. Hazel asks her question in earnest-- she's still a child doing her best to prove herself. A child. An anxious child's heart in the body of a young woman. She's doing her best.

"Speech"