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[hassaran]

[ Yseult nods very slowly. ] That would be a good start.

[ After another pause, she continues: ]

When you worked with a mercenary company, did you receive any sort of training?

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa chews on her lip. ]

Not exactly.

[ She never got training in anything but dance, and even that was only for a month. ]

I was... mostly freelance.

[hassaran]

[ Yseult is not shocked. ]

If I arranged training for you here, would you take it seriously?

[sulahnan]

[ The moment she takes to think about it isn't to consider whether or not she'd take it seriously, but about how wrong she was to think the District Heads might be heartless. The idea that her fuckups would be responded to with corrective training rather than expulsion is... better than she thinks she deserves. ]

Yes ma'am.

[hassaran]

Good. I'll make arrangements.

[ That seems like a dismissal, but she waits another moment before adding: ]

And, Athessa. You understand you're not to do any of this [ a vague gesture seems to encompass...their whole interaction, maybe ] again, yes?

[sulahnan]

[ She doesn't know what that means! Instinct tells her to just agree but-- ]

Can you... clarify what this is please?

[hassaran]

[ First impulse is to sigh, but on the other hand, being cautious enough to ask is progress, isn't it? ]

Lying to me, stealing from your comrades, creating nonsense drama that forces me to waste my time investigating nothing. The rest we'll work on.

[sulahnan]

Yes ma'am. I won't do it again.

[hassaran]

Good. I'll be in touch.

[sulahnan]

[ Athessa nods and shows herself out. ]