[ Hours later, she'll have to remind herself that she asked for this. For the sore muscles and the ache to her limbs. It was the price of this freedom and the choice to do something with it.
But at the time she doesn't say so much after that, only questions as to this stance, or that hold. It's tiring, she's exhausted much quicker than she can ever remember - but it's a different tired. Her muscles not used to working this way, and the blade quickly becomes heavy.
Still, she does as she's asked, for as long as she is told to. Not that she's a perfect student, she gets distracted quickly, mind prone to wandering across planets, and the repetitive motions make it easy to trail off from what she's doing. Still eventually, she mostly remembers to stick with what she's doing, what she's asked to. Accepting the corrections when they come with stiff little nods, swallowing her pride when she'd had a lifetime of things coming easy.
Because there was no magic drug to fix her this time. Just what Lexa and Prince had both said, hard work, to work at it. That's what being free means, she realizes.
So she'll take whatever small consolation of this will be worth it later that she can get when she falls asleep in a pile at an odd time. Exhausted but satisfied with herself and the training, and so very, very grateful for the patience showed to her. ]
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But at the time she doesn't say so much after that, only questions as to this stance, or that hold. It's tiring, she's exhausted much quicker than she can ever remember - but it's a different tired. Her muscles not used to working this way, and the blade quickly becomes heavy.
Still, she does as she's asked, for as long as she is told to. Not that she's a perfect student, she gets distracted quickly, mind prone to wandering across planets, and the repetitive motions make it easy to trail off from what she's doing. Still eventually, she mostly remembers to stick with what she's doing, what she's asked to. Accepting the corrections when they come with stiff little nods, swallowing her pride when she'd had a lifetime of things coming easy.
Because there was no magic drug to fix her this time. Just what Lexa and Prince had both said, hard work, to work at it. That's what being free means, she realizes.
So she'll take whatever small consolation of this will be worth it later that she can get when she falls asleep in a pile at an odd time. Exhausted but satisfied with herself and the training, and so very, very grateful for the patience showed to her. ]