A student's first swing would often be all power and no precision, but the mage's was the opposite. Slow and meticulous, it was a near-copy of his own, but barely a shiver ran across the target dummy when it struck. It made sense that she would concentrate first on method. A mage's spells were not made stronger by shouting, so of course she would make certain the form was correct before taking a firmer swing. However, swordplay was not spellcasting, too much focus on perfect form would only be a hindrance a chaotic battle. Given that the only use of it for her would be if she were hard-pressed or exhausted, he would need to coax her beyond this point.
"The technique was good; try again, and with more force behind it. Do not hesitate to be confident." He stood, straight and solemn, comfortable in the distance between them and the place of instructor. No doubt Imenry had noticed Enchanter Keigwin's forward gaze, but she thankfully said nothing. It could have been interpreted any number of ways; time among the nobles had taught him just how quickly rumors could spread in a place of close proximity, and there were reasons beyond propriety that he did not want such a thing started here.