"Tsk." Lae'zel sighs, rolling her eyes, following with a click of the tongue, she towers over you as you lay on the ground, her sword pointed at your throat. 

"Istik, you're weak, if It wasn't for me you'd be dead by now." Lae'zel makes a fair point.

The Githyanki was teaching you how to properly fight — she can't help but be amused at your lack of skill, wondering how you managed to survive like this, yet, she isn't exactly bothered by it, she'll turn you into a proper warrior soon enough.