Her eyebrows climbed nearly to her hairline. How rude! Especially from someone she had all but slaughtered in the practice yard!
"Is that what Pyr tells you?" she asked, through gritted teeth. She doubted it -- she won a bit more often than she lost, with him (considering their relative ages it was not surprising), but really! She was above average in her age group. Not the best, perhaps, but certainly not the loser he implied!
"Perhaps we ought to skip food and go have a spar now?" she asked, suddenly rather keen on the idea. If he was going to insult her in this way, he appeared to maintain self-confidence even in the face of likely defeat. "Ringwyrm Hall is not far at all." Suddenly, being tired -- and hungry -- could wait.