The way he caught himself, earned him a perfectly raised eyebrow. "So are you," she replied. A side of her lips curved into a smile and dropped her training bag on the ground. "Couldn't sleep?" It was still on the brink of night and the comment was harmless enough, an invitation to talk that could be easily defended against. He did not need to talk. She did not need to rescue him. She wasn't that kind of girl. But she had enjoyed their training sessions together. His briskness she found amusing and his darkness reminded her of father and herself. If he wanted to say something, she would offer her ears and mind. Otherwise, they would train.