Sam glanced away for a moment, then back to Ayl's face. "I need you to help me train," she said quietly. "Ahriman won't help unless I'm in a life-or-death situation. When we train, don't stop a blow. If you're going to cut me, cut me. If you're going to stab me, stab me. You have to act like you're trying to kill me. I know I'm no match for you, but that's why I ask. I know you can help me me with this."  She looked away again, then back to Ayl once more, biting her lip. "Can you do that?" Sam's voice carried a hint of something, possibly fear. Her expression carried the same hint as her voice; maybe fear, maybe anxiety.<br/>A deep rumble filled Sam's thoughts and she flinched. Ahriman still scared the hell out of the redhead.