Unfortunately, Henry wasn't quite alone in the courtyard as he thought. True to her unobtrusive behaviour, Sadira had been watching the soldiers training as well. She had been tucked away trying to make sense of how they fought when she saw the same thing as he: as sword left unattended. Unlike him, she had no desire to actually wield a blade. Not when the risk of getting caught was too great and her fear of being punished far outweighed any curiosity she otherwise felt.

Worried that he was going to get hurt, she stepped out of her poorly chosen hiding spot near some crates. It had been easy to overlook her poorly chosen spot only because she'd been standing so very still.

“Careful with that. The healers have plenty enough work to do without having to stitch up some foolish boy.”

Her accent was an unidentifiable blend of Marcher, strongly hinting that she had grown up among a wide variety of people.