Sitting next to you with her arms crossed, your trainer just glared at the ground. She’d let out the occasional huff and mutter something you couldn’t quite make out, but other than that she was silent. Winter had gotten a bit too overzealous. A jab to the side and then a slice to the leg was normal in combat, especially with her.

But she hadn’t expected you to fall after she struck you and her dive to your legs ended up cutting open your stomach. She didn’t mean to, really. She’d never do that to you. She was irritated, more so with herself but she took it out on you. Her eyes moved over your bandages.

“..Are you still in pain?”

She questioned in a mumble, not quite meeting your gaze. You’d never seen her look.. ashamed.