“He is.” Svala said eyes lowered as she remembered the rest of her training. It wasn’t easy but she learned and she learned well. Her eyes went up when Svala mentioned her luck. “I shall thank him should we ever meet again.” There was a small look she had that basically was wondering if she would ever see him again. She knew she was supposed to be part of this family now but he was her rock. The one who’d taught her everything she knew and she wasn’t ready to give that up right then.<br/><br/>When Inge came out of her room Svala looked toward her. Her eyes didn’t leave the other woman noting the differences in them and the way she moved. She’d done that with Astrid as well. It was more for tactical knowledge than anything. Sure people moved differently when they were fighting but if there was something in their normal movements that stood out, like a weakness she was going to find it. She had time and patience in her life right then. There was no need to rush anything.<br/><br/>She listened to the argument with detachment. It seemed Inge did not seem to feel a thing about her brother’s death but some part of Svala figured it was more a defense than anything else. There were ways to mourn and Inge seemed to be the denial type. “Then why snap? Why lash out? What purpose does it serve other than to cause undo annoyance to those involved?” She asked keeping her voice calm. Though she didn’t really care to get involved she was curious about that part.