"You already did in the pond. Don't do that to me again." Wric says in disapproving manner shaking his head back, and forth at the nymph. He gives her a final pat on the shoulder before stepping back from her. How was he going to be able to take fours of this? This will they, won't they? Tugging at his heart strings. He don't know how. Now he's going to have to incorporate training regimen into their time together? How will he avoid snapping? Especially if he catches her like the shower where he wasn't suppose to to see. He listens to the teacher as he talks about arrow trajectory pathing, and some other basic he knows already tuning out.