[Fenris listens- there's a moment, when Wolfe mentions the servant that the elf shifts a little. It's the smallest of movements, a fraction, really, something you'd have to be watching him carefully to see. But it was absolutely there. He relaxes when Wolfe continues with the lessons instead. Exhaling slowly. ]
Balance. I...understand.
[He looks down at his hands. Fenris can, at least, admit his own shortcomings here. He's perfectly aware that he's constantly a powderkeg waiting the blow. ]
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Balance. I...understand.
[He looks down at his hands. Fenris can, at least, admit his own shortcomings here. He's perfectly aware that he's constantly a powderkeg waiting the blow. ]
I am not...good at that.