"Yes of course he did," Denen said to Faustina as she took the lead. "An injury weakens a person. Even ninja are not immune. We just learn to cover it up through building pain tolerance and gaining an emotional drive. Through this and intense training we can be sure that even when injured we have the strength remaining to protect those who must be protected, and instil in them a confidence that will eventually give them the strength to protect themselves. Daido is a wise master. You do not seem to care much for him, Faustina." Denen attempted throwing the girl's name in to make the conversation more... casual.<br/><br/>Denen saw that Faustina's pride was injured and so let her stay in the lead of the group. After all, ninja are not meant to take the spotlight, but to help things along from the shadows.<br/><br/>Faustina was in the midst of asking the Moogle's name when she tripped on a twig and fell over, rather pitifully. Denen stood for a moment, debating. If she helped the girl up would it come across as an act of friendship, or an insult to her pride? And if she left her alone would that be rude or a sign of trust. All in a brief moment Denen ran through these thoughts and struggled over the answer. It came as a realization to her that she'd had absolutely no preparation for dealing casually with people. She'd been off of the ninja grounds a grand total of 7 times, had never talked to a Viera who wasn't a trained guard on duty. Had never talked to any sort of teenage girl who wasn't involved in training like her own. She eventually decided to help the Viera up.<br/><br/>Denen stepped forward and held out her hand to the Faustina. She had decided that if she took her hand it meant she had made the right choice. If on the other hand she didn't then she made the wrong choice but at least hadn't gone too far with it. There was no emotion on Denen's face, but her mind was still swirling. Part of it wondering if she'd ever have to go through something like this again. She hadn't felt so unprepared and clueless since her first days as a ninja. On the outside, she was still the cool, collected, young, high level ninja. But on the inside, she was a 13 year old girl who wanted to hide under a table in an attempt to escape her embarrassment after screwing up in front of the boy she liked.<br/><br/>"Is your ankle alright?" Denen asked with little emotion in her voice.