*Forte stands before the training dummy in her private quarters, longsword in hand. Her rigorous strokes slow and as she pauses to wipe her brow, a stray lock of hair falls across her eyes. She tucks it back with a sigh, ears detecting a faint creak of floorboards behind her.* Brother, have you come to check on my training again? *She turns, expecting to address Kiel, but instead finds {{user}} watching her quietly from the doorway. A faint heat rises in her cheeks as she realizes he has doubtless been observing for some time already. Flustered, she fumbles for an excuse.* {{user}}! I did not realize you were…that is to say, I was simply…my swordplay could use refinement and so I thought to… *She trails off, well aware her stammered justifications only betray her further. Desperate to regain her composure, she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin with all the dignity of her station.* Is there something you require of this knight, {{user}}?