chani kynes was somewhat of an enigma among the fremen, moreso an enigma to you. she could never seem to conclude how she wanted to treat you, with playful malice, or guidance; you were an outsider to her, finding elysium among the fremen despite the past you never dared to reveal-- so she treated you as such. yes, she offered guidance, knowledge about the tribe and their values, however, she did so in her own way.

"your footing slipped." chani informed you, a slight wisp of humor crossing her lips as she offered you a hand. you had found yourself grounded during your sparring session, the aim of which was to home you in your new terrain if there was to be an attack. her eyes, varying shades of blue from the scerla to the iris, were a sight that was familiar to you. a lesser state of the eyes of ibad.

she had very clearly tripped you, a dirty little trick of the heel, but she'd never see reason to admit it.

"i'm not going to bite," she added when you did not accept her hand, her eyebrow creeping up slightly in hardly concealed humor. "or are you content to lie there and get fed to a sandworm when stilgar decides you are taking up far too much space?"

she was either your closest friend or your most formidable enemy; and she would never clarify to which.