"More training!" 

She discarded the knife to the side, and drew her sword. 

"Draw forth your strength." 

Step forward, let the point rest just in front of her heart, breathe deeply, stare forward, the focus in her mind sharpening as the energy catalyzed once more into something useful in her hands she drew forward to brush it aside, trying to ignore how disconcertingly still her blade was before her. 

The very air itself felt sharp, the aura around her hand fracturing and splitting around it's presences, leaving only the clinging edges it. 

Her hands brushed it aside all the same, as she shifted back into her training form with a wordless glance back over to Ruby, not quite sure if she wanted to issue a dare with it or a dismissal. 

The motions were easier this time, already limbered up there, in as much as that meant anything, and the motions had all the strength she needed from the rest that she had made, and even blood was in good enough condition that it was simply possible to execute the instructions, bleed together into the world. contemplate the whole idea of using 'blood', whatever that is, to ritually connect with the balance of the world is really something as physical as the simple motions of going through a tai chi routine can look from the outside. 

The whole thing is a ritual, of course, even if only on the smallest levels - the small changes in focus, in the tension, force and directions are all to lead the body and soul through a process, a completion of an ideal somewhere out there throughout it all, everything designed to flow back into the self through the little dynamics of it all, even the lingering kicks and more dramatic stretching punches are all something the are designed from the beggining to rest from, to glide back into the position with the feet together and express the opposites, from the other leg to the wide variety of other options of the techniques.

This was a more ethereal one, the whole process more occuring in a distant central workspace of her head and the simple existence of her corpus ratcheting up the energy and keeping it in close. 

Completing the strand this time was as simple as completing the closing stance, the simple cessation of need and thought at the culmination of the routine and motion blending spreading throug her soul let it click in effortlessly.

Wide smile. 

"You're really getting a hang of it, aren't you? It's always great when it's just... natural to make progress." 

And there comes the stagger. 

"Yeah." 

Pat pat. 

"You probably need lunch now, even still. You're not quite far enough in for the easing up to be enough to change the drain that much." 

Her stomach rumbled in acknowledgement, and she went over to grab herself a sandwhich. 

"Ooh, you know I could prob. get interesting results toasting that..." 

She swiped it, knelt down to grab a pan from the bottom of the oven, thrusting her butt into the air, rooting around a bit before grabbing a small one to place on the stovetop she altered, and turned it on, before opening the gridge and lightly tossing her an apple. 

She caught it absentmindedly, and stared at it for a moment. 

"You're not going to suggest toasting this, too?"

She pffted hard. 

"Nah. The benefit of what I set up isn't that large, and yeah I know there are dried out apple products that prob. have a flame in there somewhere, the important bit is that you, right now, get a chance to recover and eat your fuckin' meal." 

"Yeah..." 

She rolled it around in her hands for a while, looking at the sheen of it as it was a crystal ball.

"...You really don't know how to just." 

Hm scrunch face up drag fingers across her lips, the trace of condensate making her lips shine. 

"Go and want things without having some plan for it, do you?" 

Clench hand around it a little. 

"I know that I'm not exactly someone who had the best opportunity to prosper and..." 

Huff sigh stare at her pretty lips because that's nice, at least. 

She waits patiently, hand resting on the table in a spot she can easily grab. 

"Procedures are easy, having an implicit duty is easy, and there's so many pitfalls and makes examining steps cleaner." 

She reached out to her hand, and clasped.

"'Silv. It's an apple. It's food. For eating. Ok?" 

"...Okay." 

She squeezed her hand, and ate, crunching into it deeply and trying for the tears to not run too much, or to get too flustered from imagining what was going on in her head as the clear juices spilled out of her mouth a little in a semblance of drool. 

She reached out to pet her head as she ate a little noisily. 

"'s ok. 'm here. Please don't worry, you can do this all at your own pace, ok?" 

She murred, just quitely, as a flush spread throughout her face and down her neck. 

"Okay." 

She dropped the apple on the table, and tensed up onto herself, a little, walking out of the kitchen a little shakily. 

"I'm going to go sleep." 

"'lright, cutie." 

She stood up and gingerly kissed her forehead, stroking back her hair. 

"'ll take care of everything. Go rest." 

Ragged pant out. 

"thank you." 

"'t's no problem." 

She walked like that for a while, then crashed into her bed, slid beneath the covers and drifted off to sleep.