Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest of them all

Syrinx watched her f or a long moment holding her in his darkened embrace and wrapping her in the protection that only he could offer her. Harm (in negative terms) would never befall her if he had anything to do with it. She were an empress unto him likewise as her sisters and he would not deny the fact that he had a soft spot for those less involved. For it were they -the underdogs- he sought to see rise above where they were. A firm smirk overtakes him and he closed his eyes listening to those perfect high words roll off. "Then trained you shall be," Ah, but were it the art of war she sought? Did she wish to prolong her talents and pursue the life of a medic. Syrinx wanted each of his own to be battle ready, but he could not deny the fact that even if they took the route of medics to be that they would be the best of their field. Thoroughness was not something meant only for those blessed with limber thew and strong bodies. Thoroughness was meant to be had in all things--for anything less were an embarrassment, "Make it more clear to me. What do you want?"