She heard his words, but her ears rung so loud it was hard to focus on the words of it.  Something about how it was good she was not dead.  He had said he would be harsh, but she did not think nearly killing her was quite what he had meant when he said that.<i>Breathe</i>he said, as if it was that easy.  Her chest ached, but she forced herself to taken in some deep breaths before she dug her hands into the dirt and used them to leverage herself upward, declining the hand he had offered through her actions.<br/><br/>“What if I had died?  What then?”  She rasped as she pushed up to her feet, stumbling, and then regaining her balance.  Her gaze was as blue as a frozen ocean as she looked at him.  Her brow furrowed as she looked at him, she was not sure if she was more hurt or mad that he would risk her life like that.  Possibly just both.  Eira straightened her back and she began to take steps back toward the castle.<br/><br/>“I think that’s enough<i>training</i>for today.” She had harbored some kind of crush on this new form that Ylrid held, but it became suddenly and abundantly clear she really knew little about him.  Her father had been terse in his training, but she had always felt like she was protected with him.  “I am not sure I feel safe enough to try this again...”