"I cannot object to such a thing," Arha said in mock-serious tone, the edge of teasing subtle. Behind her, with a half thought, her lightsaber handle rose as she neatly directed it into the sheath on her makeshift belt that had once housed her crysknife. It was not too heavy and sat low and firm against her hip.

Her smile was slow as she leaned into him.

"And I do enjoy each and every one of my lessons," Arha said, bright laughter lurking in her words as she brushed her knuckles against his cheek. Such a statement was true as any, which made it all the more amusing.