This was more like it, Elsa thought, adjusting her body and movements as told. In a few minutes she had now learnt more than in the previous hour. It was not hard to ascribe it to whatever change of heart Imenry had had, but Elsa was glad of it nevertheless. She did not like the woman more than she had before, but at least now she could be of some use. Not getting killed was worth some discomfort. If Imenry at least stopped being hostile she would possibly become a way to get closer to Brennan too. He wouldn't leave now that he had found his best friend again, would he?
Realizing she had been standing motionless, she studied what Imenry was showing her and quickly moved again. Her arms were aching dully, unused to this sort of physical exertion, but it was a nice change, her body protesting because she used it the way it was meant to, rather than running from farmers or fighting rabid dogs. The realization that she was rather enjoying herself was shocking - it was such a unladylike activity after all - but there was nothing for it.
Her eyes narrowed in focus, Elsa moved when Imenry guided her attack, the result more satisfying because of her competence. The comment about a wound to the side made something flash through Elsa's consciousness; a vague notion or a muscle memory so faint it was hardly there. Following the thought to it's logical end was chilling - she had killed after all. Lifting the weapon in front of her she made a stabbing motion, staring down at her hands, somehow expecting them to be covered in blood. There was no blood, only a few dirt stains and patches of mud from the ground. She did not know who she had killed or why, but she was quite certain it had been with this dagger and that the person was dead. It did not bear to ponder, she forced her thoughts in another direction, else she would soon go mad.
"How come you know how to fight?" Elsa asked breathlessly, pushing hair away from her slightly sticky face. "I have never met a woman warrior before."