She couldn't help but watch the two of them, the tension between them, the way Ser Ordhan's face had gone so... blank and distant had her worried. The woman was clearly interested in doing something other than training with him, but the way he had reacted to it made Imenry feel slightly uncomfortable. She'd heard stories of those in positions of power taking advantage of others. She didn't know much about this mage, but she had power, maybe she held something over him, information. Just the stiffness in his shoulders now made her think there was more to this than mere discomfort. Not that she'd known many men who would refuse a woman as beautiful as the Enchanter.
Her eyes flickered back to the robed woman. She moved carefully through the blow, her poise and stance perfect, her technique flawless. But she wouldn't kill a fly with the force she'd put behind the blow. It wasn't necessary to have perfect form during a battle. It was more important to hit and do as much damage as possible.
But Ordhan had already addressed this concern, and with a gentle politeness that spoke well of his interactions with others. Despite his discomfort he was following through with the lesson. Unless perhaps he'd been coerced into this as well? Imenry said nothing, studying him carefully.