Nish smiled happily as Isobel’s confidence seemed to improve, slipping a little easier out of Nish’s chokehold this time. There was something about this woman that reminded her…well, not so much of herself, but of who she might have been, in another life maybe. She seemed nervous and hesitant about everything, and it was something Nish herself had felt, though there was something else inside her pushing her to overcome it. To become stronger.
“I’ve been going to these classes a little longer,” she admitted, “before they moved them here, so don’t feel bad.” She leant in a little closer with a conspiratorial grin, “I almost took Daniel’s eye out once with my elbow, I was so uncoordinated.”