Chayah shifted her weight from one foot to another as she waited for Kom'rk to arrive. They'd decided, or rather she had, that it would be a good idea for her to learn to fight like a Mando, and Kom'rk had been more than happy to volunteer as her training partner. This was a daunting task for more than one reason. Out of the two sisters, Chayah had always been the most flighty, the one most likely to squeal if she saw a spider, the one with the short attention span. As for fighting? Well, she'd only been in one fight in her whole life, and it had positively scared her out of her wits. She'd never actually hit anyone, and even now she had no idea if she could make herself do so.
But this determination to try wasn't just for her own benefit. A few short months ago, Ruach and her children had been kidnapped in front of Chayah's eyes, and Chayah hadn't been able to stop the kidnappers (not all of them, anyway). Despite the fact that there had been too many for her to take on, even with her power over fire to aid her, she had shouldered much of the blame for their kidnapping. Perhaps if she had tried to learn how to use her power, or perhaps if she'd taken time to learn to fight, she might have been able to at least stall long enough for Corr and Kom'rk to get there. But she hadn't.
The clones had mounted a rescue, but although Ruach and her children were safely back where they belonged, there was no guarantee that nothing of the sort would happen again. If it did, Chayah wanted to be prepared.
Chayah peered into the distance, trying to spot Kom'rk's vehicle. One good thing about the training, the only thing she looked forward to, was seeing him. He was often busy with his soldiering stuff, things Chayah knew little of, and at times it seemed like he was gone forever. It would be good to see her soldier boy again. Although she was nervous about the upcoming training session, she couldn't keep from smiling in anticipation.