The girl was at a loss and Theo couldn't blame her. Hell, he could barely piece together the entire situation himself, and he was the one who had put this whole sordid situation into motion. But Juliette was his responsibility now, and Theo forced himself to find some way to rectify it all. "Aye," he confirmed. "Here, tomorrow."
He paused for a moment, considering what else to say. As Theo wasn't afforded the proper time to come up with anything resembling a plan, or even to make sense of the image of him training his own squire, he needed to think up something appropriate-sounding and quickly. "We're going to spar," he explained (badly). Theo nodded to himself. That would be the best place to start, he thought, by determining what the squire was capable of and where she needed improvement. From there, they could sort out something resembling an adequate training schedule.