Eskhara arched a thin brow, tilting the girl's head up to study her. "She's more of a looker than a fighter, it would seem. Don't tell me you're getting<span style="font-style: italic">distracted</span>with her training. We don't need a repeat of that lady slave of mine, now do we?" Amora had a lump in her throat, glancing over to Tehvar for perhaps some support. She wasn't sure what to expect of this demoness, but she didn't want to offend someone who could, and would, kill her for saying the wrong thing.