"You aren't going to hit me in the back of the head, are you?"
Her sister seemed rather grumpy about something. That wasn't surprising, though. Turning around as requested, she thought about warning Ahayla, but it was too late anyways. Staring at the plain stone wall of the bathing room, she wished there was something more exciting to look at.
"The Crusader who trained me would say that if you weren't hurting, you hadn't been fighting enough," she recalled. "What will you remember of me after I have fallen?"