"You want me to train him?" Varek asked as he turned and faced Elarya fully now. "Elarya, is that not what I've been doing his whole life? Training him to fight? To defend himself? You've seen that."
"No, Varek," she said softly. "Not that kind of training. Not just how to use a bow and arrow."
Varek blinked, confused. "Then what kind do you mean?"
"I mean the training that you had. The one you've never spoken about. The kind that teaches you how to survive not just a fight, but a world full of people who want you dead."
Elarya stepped closer. "I know what you are, Varek. And I know what you must have been through and survived. I want my son to survive it too."
Varek studied her carefully, then gave a small nod. "Alright, Elarya. Let's say I agree. Let's say I give the boy everything I've got. But before I do that… you'll have to tell me something first."
Elarya tilted her head slightly.
"You clearly know more about me than I thought. So now, I want to know about you."
