I'm okay, [is automatic, but also not untrue. She rubs her side where she was hit. It may bruise, but it's nothing to actually worry about.]
I'm feeling a little frustrated, but it's not. I mainly just know that I'm not playing to my strengths, and I wish I could make up the ground faster. But there's no way to shortcut a skill like this, I know it. [A small sigh.] I'm getting slow, though, maybe we should call it for today.
I... was convinced I replied to this the same time as the other thread, immense gomens
[It almost feels like another projectile: unexpected, for all this one doesn't make Cosima flinch. She idly rubs the spot where she was hit, clearly not in real distress over what will probably become a bruise.]
Was it negligence or a failing that I did not press the value of such skills, nor urge you to take up these practices?
( That flatness applied to analysis of their past is likely strange. Herian has learned that sometimes applying a smile to things said does not have the effect of putting people at each so much as disconcerts them further, and she spares Cosima the affectation. )
I knew the threat of conflict and combat; do you feel that neglected your advancement, or failed you in that regard?
Uh, neither. I was dealing with a chronic disease that affected my lungs for most of the time that we were together. This kind of training, this hard, would have risked a pretty gnarly and potentially dangerous respiratory flare-up. It wasn't negligent to recognize I didn't have the capacity for this then.
I had questioned if my feelings for you had made me over cautious. At times it is challenging to reflect on the actions and nature of my past self without assuming an absence of logic.
( She appears unaware of how dismissive that was of Cosima's condition, or how harsh an assessment of herself she has made. Herian begins collecting the projectiles. )
To be honest, I assume if you'd come back as you are now and I'd still been that ill, logic would have kept you from pushing me. I'm no good to anyone bedridden, Herian, and I don't think you need to feel any particular way about me to recognize that.
[It's even; there's no sense in losing her temper, and if she's honest, the assessment makes her more sad than angry anyway. It's evidence that Herian's low opinion of herself wasn't (only) depression or emotional trauma, but that the people who'd raised and trained her built it into her more analytical outlook too.]
( Pausing in her collection, Herian cants her head slightly, a physical habit retained when so much else is locked away; mulling over new information from those close to her with a quality similar to a confused puppy. )
That is true.
( Not thinking on it enough for the bigger implications to be identified, as she resumes her efforts. In fact, she moves on quickly. )
As usual, I suggest a day or two of rest before we next train. If you can endeavour to walk tomorrow, beyond that which is expected day to day, that would be beneficial, but not so urgent that you must fret yourself.
( It is simply preferable to limiting movement due to soreness. Franklin, having picked up on training being done, has scurried over to steal a projectile and brought it proudly over to Cosima. A gift, Mother!!! )
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I'm feeling a little frustrated, but it's not. I mainly just know that I'm not playing to my strengths, and I wish I could make up the ground faster. But there's no way to shortcut a skill like this, I know it. [A small sigh.] I'm getting slow, though, maybe we should call it for today.
I... was convinced I replied to this the same time as the other thread, immense gomens
( Herian lingers, not immediately going to collect her projectiles. )
I have a question that pertains to when we were close. Is such a question permissible, at this time?
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Yeah, sure. Ask away.
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( That flatness applied to analysis of their past is likely strange. Herian has learned that sometimes applying a smile to things said does not have the effect of putting people at each so much as disconcerts them further, and she spares Cosima the affectation. )
I knew the threat of conflict and combat; do you feel that neglected your advancement, or failed you in that regard?
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Uh, neither. I was dealing with a chronic disease that affected my lungs for most of the time that we were together. This kind of training, this hard, would have risked a pretty gnarly and potentially dangerous respiratory flare-up. It wasn't negligent to recognize I didn't have the capacity for this then.
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I had questioned if my feelings for you had made me over cautious. At times it is challenging to reflect on the actions and nature of my past self without assuming an absence of logic.
( She appears unaware of how dismissive that was of Cosima's condition, or how harsh an assessment of herself she has made. Herian begins collecting the projectiles. )
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[It's even; there's no sense in losing her temper, and if she's honest, the assessment makes her more sad than angry anyway. It's evidence that Herian's low opinion of herself wasn't (only) depression or emotional trauma, but that the people who'd raised and trained her built it into her more analytical outlook too.]
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That is true.
( Not thinking on it enough for the bigger implications to be identified, as she resumes her efforts. In fact, she moves on quickly. )
As usual, I suggest a day or two of rest before we next train. If you can endeavour to walk tomorrow, beyond that which is expected day to day, that would be beneficial, but not so urgent that you must fret yourself.
( It is simply preferable to limiting movement due to soreness. Franklin, having picked up on training being done, has scurried over to steal a projectile and brought it proudly over to Cosima. A gift, Mother!!! )