"Oh, thank goodness.  I was relatively sure of it myself, but - well.  Relatively sure doesn't go very far with chronic anxiety!"

The enchantment settles with surprising ease, for all that the blade was made to take it, and - she turns it on.

...That is the low electric hum of success.

    "Would you like to see some beginner katas, ma'am?"

There is some very eager nodding, though it appears that she has once again lost all ability to words - this time with her hands full, which, whoops!

...After a second, the texting device operates itself anyway because Alicia has magic dammit.

...With the intent that I observe, or with the intent that I replicate?

She says 'whichever you'd like', ma'am.

And Deskyl steps a little farther away from the building, lights her 'saber, and begins going through the most basic of katas.

Alicia follows Deskyl's lead - and, somehow, she finds herself good at it.

And from a window, Her Grace watches their practice for as long as she can bear to be away.  "...Do remind me to do something for Apprentice Deskyl.  As much as I wish it was otherwise, Her Highness may need these skills."

"Of course, ma'am.  Did you have something in mind...?"

"...Not as of yet."