"Seven times?" A note of something a little like reproach slips out as she raises a brow; Araceli is a professional. A talented professional. A thief who has not once been caught by the guards beyond leading them on a merry song and dance, a few duels and such exciting exploits. Not a single night in a cell or with her wrists and ankles clapped in irons. Clearly, you were doing it very wrong Anders, small wonder you have come to a girl near half your age for advice.

"If you're comfortable falling, we can climb. Do you want to try running up the wall first or to start from a standing climb?" Helpfully, she demonstrates the first one, backing up enough to make a run for the wall with longer than normal strides for her, neither too slow or too fast. There's a small jump right as she reaches the wall, up on the balls of her feet to plant them at hip height before bending the knee on the wall and pushing off with the other leg. From there she brings her chest close to the wall, pushing off with the leg on the wall and then it's bringing up the other knee, reaching up as she goes until she stops to hang comfortably.

"It's more in the legs than the arms, you use that to help you get moving but you can do it from a standing start, there are plenty of good toeholds if you push up and find them."