There aren't that many people Araceli would trust that are so much bigger than her for sparring with, but Taashath is a friend of Korrin's so she feels more reassured as she watches from outside the ring before loosening her rapiers, hopping over the fence. Not that he'd hurt her on purpose but she's been careful in getting back on her feet after the Venatori; the healers are in no great rush to see her again soon, she's sure.

But she wants the practice. Needs it. And so with a smile she dips into a bow before she speaks.

"Small and fast isn't a problem, I hope?"