Chiron found himself beaming at her appraisal. He<i>had</i>been rather amazing, hadn't he? He gripped the handle of Atilla more tightly, thumb smoothing across the round pommel as he reviewed his own attacks. He hadn't been as effective against the bigger fiend, but the scalebeasts and the others they had encountered on the trail had fallen swiftly and easily to his prowess. Her further words caused him to pay close attention, though, and he let her work through whatever it was that kept her from speaking. If anyone could understand having to find the words, it was Chiron.<br/><br/>When she did voice her request, though, it surprised him. Not only because she wished to learn martial skills--something he had always imagined she would be averse to--but because it seemed to imply that she had already made her decision. Harris's challenge the day before might have been more effective than he'd guessed, and Chiron knew that's what it had been. For all his stumbling with language he was a shrewd observer, and had seen in Harris a need to prove herself, even if it meant challenging everyone around her. He wasn't sure what it was about the Blitzer that simultaneously made him pity her and put him on edge, but he knew there was something deeply wrong with the woman. He did his best to get along with her, and for the most part enjoyed her company, but he feared what she did not show.<br/><br/>He shook himself from his thoughts and looked back at Amal, meeting her fearless gaze with a steady one of his own. Without breaking contact he nodded. "In next island--Keel-it-ka, yes?--we will begin. The mages of my homeland--we call them the<i>thaumatourgos</i>--they carry small daggers, or short swords, what ever is their comfort. I can show you how to cut, to stab, yes? And how to punch and kick, how to throw." He grinned. "Even tiny sparrow can throw mighty boar, friend Amal!" He pointed at Harris ahead of them. "In time you throw even her to deck, eh?"<br/><br/>At that moment Harris responded to Ethan's comment, and the Summoner grunted as her hand smacked between his shoulders. He watched her juggle and toy with the ball, but when she kicked it right at the other two he felt a surge of irritation. He didn't know Harris well, the woman an almost complete enigma to him, but he knew that her treatment of the others was going to have to improve. He wondered even as he caught his breath if that was his responsibility, though. He'd chastised her the night before, but to no avail, it seemed. He sighed as she went up the dock and out of view, stretching out his arm to try and get some feeling back into it. "Yes, Yevon forbid I have a quiet, friendly Pilgrimage," he muttered, though in truth it would be very interesting to travel the breadth of Spira with such a person.<br/><br/>Ethan turned back to the other two and spread his arms in apology before he turned to follow the Blitzer up the gangway and onto the ferry proper. Chiron knelt to pick up the Blitzball and tossed it from hand to hand before balancing it on his hip. He glanced at Amal as they began to walk again, the warm sand comfortable on his sandaled feet. "So you have decided?" he asked her quietly. "To take this... Pilgrimage?"