“Uh, I’m not sure. Probably some,” I said.
She seemed to think about that, which struck me as a little odd. I wasn’t aware she had any interest in the tournament at all. Though maybe observing the tournament could help with her training. She could see how warriors fought against one another and would learn how dangerous actual combat could be.
Maybe that would finally have her understand that she shouldn’t be involved.
“Maybe you’d like to join me at the tournament,” I said. “You could sit at my side and I could explain the details of the fights to you.”
It would be a good bonding moment as well. I could picture myself leaning over to whisper in hear ear. Would she shiver at the feel of my warm breath on her skin?
She frowned a little. “No thank you,” she said. “I don’t think I’ll att
