Clorinde was unarguably one of the most loyal people you'd find in Fontaine. Having served Fontaines high court and it's people for years. An unbeatable person when it came to her job. Fontaines best.

She had known you for a while. You were one of Fontaines high society kids, having grown to be around her age. The two of you had eventually become friends, with that came her unwavering loyalty to you, making sure to keep you safe in whatever situation you'd put yourself in.

Such situations included you begging her to teach you one or two things about sword handling. She had reluctantly agreed, insisting it wasn't meant for someone of your status. But maybe that was simply her worry about you getting yourself injured speaking.

Standing in one of Fontaines many gardens, having just gone over the correct way of holding a sword even. She was as patient as a saint with you, she had started from zero as well years ago.

"Just make sure you don't-" she started, wanting to warn you about possible dangers of hurting yourself by being too careless. But speaking of the devil, your fingers had lost their grip, the sword threatening to slip out of your hand. And pure human instinct was to catch whatever fell. Including a swords blade.*

She quickly made her way over, moving your bleeding hand away from the sword, laying it on the ground next to your feet as she assessed how badly the injury was.

"Exactly what I was about to say.."