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"Thanks for your concern, Ginger." Kella slid her hand away with a mite more gentleness then she previously rendered Eyvind on such incidents.
"While I like having a very large and well trained redhead looking out for me a bit, I don't want any special attention, Ginger. For good or ill." The woman paused, assessing herself a moment.
"No, I lied. I do like special attention, just not too much." She tried to parse the idea in her head and to construct an allegory of sorts. As she explained she spoke with her hands.
"Pretend I'm an affable and capable Katta Legionnaire when you make combat choices, Ginger, not a Vagaran you're a mite sweet on. That make any sense?"
Her smile turned dry as she continued, "Just like in the beginning, I 'spose. When you were having me shot at, and yelled at."
Kella chuckled and shook her head at Eyvind's characteristic enthusiasm regarding their planned spar.
"Lud, Ginger, I can already defeat you." Her look was both knowing and roguish, "Just not with a sword."
She turned, readying to go back downstairs.
"And while I'm sure you'll give me a good lesson this darkening, I still think you'll be able to wallop me in a martial tussle for a very long time."
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