Combat is rarely so calm and structured as the training grounds or controlled as the laboratory.

( Herian accepts the flask as she considers Cosima’s words. )

Being able to cast and control it in states of physical and mental exhaustion, even in times of emotional distress, cannot be put down to chance. Drills and practice so that you can rely on it as surely as your experiments is necessary.

( Herian collects a basket, full of pieces of wood. )

I collected driftwood and dried it out. It’s brittle and light enough that it will do you no harm if you fail to shield yourself, and decent enough a projectile.

( And not a resource anyone was in need of, so Herian faced no dilemma in utilising it.

Suffice to say she does not intend on incorporating emotional anguish into their training, but apparently flinging projectiles at Cosima was no problem. )

You were not dying as they fought the bear. Were you dying at some other point?