Out of breath, Jash focused on his breathing before he dared to say anything.
Feerah already expected that, whistling to get someone to collect the dummy swords. "You know, kid, you're pretty good. How old are you?"
"... Eighteen…" Jash groaned.
"Really? Then that was better than pretty good!" Laughing, Feerah squatted down and playfully patted Jash's face to test his awareness. "Calm on, kid. If you want to work with me, you'll need a stronger backbone than that."
"... But what if you broke my backbone?"
Feerah laughed harder, "Then make it stronger! Hurry and get up, or I won't be able to explain your job."
Grunting as he did so, Jash sat up and lifted one knee for support. "So, I got the job?"
"On your feet. I'll explain in my office, but only if you can get there without any help," teased Feerah, turning toward the exit. "Do I need to slow down?"
"No…" Jash groaned, forcing himself up. He slapped his cheeks to increase his alertness. "Alright, I'm ready, sir."
"Great!"
