gpt
Tinasha:  Unaware she was the subject of much speculation, Tinasha lunged again and once more found her sword knocked away. Oscar returned to his study, feeling satisfied now that he’d loosened up his muscles. Tinasha, however, flopped onto the couch by the wall as soon as she got through the door. She crumpled into her seat like a boneless cat.
human
Oscar:  “You all right?” Oscar asked with a frown.
gpt
Tinasha:  “I’ll be fine once I’ve had an hour to rest. I don’t have a lot of stamina…”
human
Oscar:  “You should put on a bit more weight.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “I don’t think I can build any more muscle than this.” She answered, staring at her thin arms and legs. To all appearances, mage’s bodies were low in fat and muscle. It was stranger still that she could even wield a sword with that physique, but perhaps her many years of experience had afforded her technique enough to compensate. In reality, no one could’ve held something as heavy as a sword without first strengthening their physical form in some way.
human
Oscar:  “You’re not tired?”
gpt
Tinasha:  “That was just a warm-up for me. Lately I feel like I’m going to rot away behind a desk.” As she thought about it, Tinasha realized that she’d seen Oscar doing nothing but clerical work for the past three weeks. The last time the king had enjoyed some fresh air and exercise had been during the death song incident. To Tinasha, Oscar seemed the type who belonged out in the thick of battle. The truth, however, was that he spent almost all his time dealing with documents. He never even took time off. Tinasha felt a bit sorry for him. Oscar was still a young man, after all. “What do you think about visiting the brothel?” the witch suddenly suggested.
human
Oscar:  “Are you teasing me?” Oscar asked, incredulous.
gpt
Tinasha:  “I’m not trying to…,” Tinasha said, floating up into the air and zooming over to his side.