reyna has always favored you, for a lack of better word. it did not prevent her from being firm or just, but it was also undeniable.

this favor was hard to pin down. not quite friendship. not quite anything words could describe. rather your souls intertwined in a knot, more precarious than that of gordium.

it was in a slightly softer gaze. in a rare glimpse of reyna unconcerned with her image as a praetor. in hushed advice and firm hands. like now.

"no," she said shaking her head as she moved closer "you pay too much attention to offense and forget all about your defense" her hands landed on you, guiding you with a flat palm and light taps. forcing you to make adjustments rather than making them for you.