Her grip tightened briefly at her side.
"I don't mean the one you used to take Lidran down," she added quickly. "I… I know that's probably something you wouldn't want to part with."
The implication was clear.
She wasn't asking for his most dangerous technique. She wasn't trying to pry into secrets he clearly guarded.
She was asking to learn.
To understand.
"To fight like that," Bliss continued, quieter now. "Your control. Your movement. The way you pressured me without overwhelming me."
Her gaze dropped for a moment before lifting again.
"If I'm going to be your personal instructor," she said honestly, "then I don't want to just stand behind you pretending I'm teaching something."
She took a slow breath.
"I want to grow too."
The training room was silent.
Damien watched her carefully, his expression unreadable, as Bliss stood there—still faintly flushed, still clearly unsettled, yet resolute in her request.
