Cat’s eyes narrowed slightly as she contemplated the Irelian, taking his measure as best she could under the circumstances.  She had no reason not to trust him, no reason to question the explanations which seemed perfectly sound to her, and yet she found herself doing exactly that.  Perhaps paranoia was taking its toll on her finally, the stress of her position as heir forcing her to jump at shadows.<br/><br/>She glanced sideways at Khal, trying to read her friends reaction to Gamun in the line of her body and tilt upon her lips.  Finally, with a mental sigh, she turned her attention once again to the stranger.  Something he had said finally registering consciously in her mind.  He had offered to help, to train her, and that could only mean one thing.  He knew the spirit magic that plagued her dreams, the magic that woke her in the night and refused to be channeled into anything that she could use or truly understand.  For that alone she would have been willing to ignore her instincts, but add to that the fact that he was willing to put his own powers at their disposal, to follow Khal’s lead in the war to come and he became a resource that they could not afford to ignore.<br/><br/>“Train me… you could train me to control that which plagues my dreams?” she asked, unable to keep a hopeful note from her voice.  She tucked a strand of her fiery hair behind her ear then, her insecurities showing even through the training that allowed her to stand tall in front of a man whose power would make hers look as if nothing by comparison if any of the stories she had heard about his people were even remotely true.<br/>