Her black eyes searched his face for sincerity, finding what she had hoped she would. She looked out the window, avoiding looking at the bared chest that her hand had sunk into during her loss of temper. It was healed, bright red from the skin coming anew, the embers of his dragon soul echoing. She needed to leave, right then and there.<br/><br/>Standing, she nodded. "I will agree to this. You will have about a month, and then I will assess your progress. If everything is right, the leader will test you before promoting us both."<br/><br/>She knew he might think he would be ready to replace Jarin, but the leader was not to be easily fooled, or beaten. Only her father ever had, once Jarin had reached his top position. They were good friends now, but at one time...Vivian didn't like to remember the wars those two had fought.<br/><br/>"Marcus. Heal before you try to fight again. I don't want to have to find a replacement for you after all the damned trouble you have been." She smirked to herself, before returning to her usual calm, heading for the door and back to her own rooms.