"It seems not." Nathaniel hesitates. He's not about to explain that the real weakness he's been dealing with is the one that makes it impossible, on some days, even to draw his bow. How it weighs on him that he might find death in melee combat without the resources to defend himself from it. A war wound that still hurts even when it doesn't hurt.

Dammit.

He gnashes his teeth briefly, before forcing it out:

"Please teach me."