[open] went the distance, now I'm back on my feet

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Cade and you
WHAT: MEET HIM IN THE PIT
WHEN: A good while before the tourney
WHERE: the Inquisition training ground
NOTES: When in doubt you can assume there's a spotter so no one dies.

I. Sparring
If Cade is going to participate in the grand tourney, he needs help: help getting back in shape, help building his confidence, help learning to fight for fun and without actively trying to murder anyone.

He's holding court in the sparring arena for several days in a row, taking all comers, with the only rule being no magic usage allowed. He has a friend or two nearby at any given time-- yes, he has friends now-- to step in if anything gets out of hand.
Cade is still a veritable font of nervous energy, but he's making a good faith effort.

II. Archery

Any and all time is spent at the archery range, drilling. This is considerably less fraught with peril, since Cade is quite a decent archer, and the skill requires a lot more thought and precision before someone dies from it.
In addition to his own practice, he's willing to help others hone their abilities, should they ask.

III. Wildcard

For any other related scenarios.

Comments

[limier]

Good thing they’re both awesome at emotional intimacy. Otherwise this would be awkward.

The impulse to thump a shoulder, to brush an arm, still stutters her motion. But it’s less halting than before. The hover of a hand in place, the way it falls instead to tug a glove Is so slight as to be almost natural. Almost.

"It is nothing that you would not do."

She hopes. Smothers the crawling in her gut for the held gaze. It's — a good thing. This is a good thing, progress. He's trying harder every day, and it tastes nothing like Averie's (like the demon's, she corrects) scorn.

Still too much the same.

[onlyhymns]

Fortunately, the gaze isn't held long. He looks away, and if he notices the strange hand motion, he doesn't comment. It's fine, Cade is tough to beat when it comes to total capacity for awkwardness.

There's silence for a few long moments, perhaps agonizing in that way, but then Cade clears his throat. "Do, um... you want to practice archery?" he offers.