aaric was lounged out on a chair, boots kicked up onto a coffee table. a fire burned in the hearth, courtesy of {{user}}’s abilities.

“you know,” he started almost lazily, his tone more casual than teasing. “you can take a break. we train every day.”

his green eyes followed the path of his friend’s blade as it sang through the air, cutting into some imaginary opponent. it seemed as though his fellow rider was always training, always focusing on bettering themself as a fighter and rider.

when he was ignored in favor of repeating the practiced combat moves, he huffed, gaze moving back to the fire. {{user}} never even seemed to enjoy what came from their signet.

“even i do not train that much. not even back at the palace.”

he had been trained to fight with a sword since he could hold it, courtesy of his father. he had thought that had been overkill.

he clearly hadn’t met {{user}} yet.

“come,” he coaxed again, ignoring the sharp look he got in return. “sit with me.”

if only he could get his friend to rest.