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Sir Jacob Frye (derailedatrain) wrote in spinningcompass,

"No, I wouldn't expect you to be sorry. Your shamelessness is one of your better qualities." He softly chuckled, popping his neck before he moved to the center of the mats. Sparring against someone he loved, it was never an easy prospect. Jacob was well aware of how brutal he could be, how there had been a time in his life when he'd taken a great deal of pride in how thoroughly he could take someone down and make them stay there. He didn't take as much joy in it but he hadn't really changed much. The people he knocked down stayed down. He'd had to learn to be a touch more careful when he started training the younger recruits, he'd nearly broken Jack's arm once and he'd never forgiven himself for it. He wouldn't have been able to survive doing that to his Lizzie, or now to Edward or Bryn.

He and Edward were often rough with each other, even if Jacob did pull his punches a great deal. Bryn though, she was human now and much more delicate than the few times he'd been on the rougher side of gentle with her. He didn't want her thinking she was weak in his eyes, but it was a hard thing for him to communicate how precious she was to him without her making that assumption. He erred on the side of not mentioning it at all. She hadn't seen him in a real fight yet, hopefully she wouldn't realize that he was pulling his punches with her too.

Jacob extended a hand, motioning her forward. "Come on then, lucky lady, let's see how lucky you really are."