Gav's gaze remained fixed on Elle, his expression seemingly detached despite her plea. It appeared as though he might reject her request. Doubt crept into Elle's mind, but she refused to let it deter her.
"I can help with that. But..." Gav's voice trailed off as he tilted his head, scrutinizing Elle's physical form. "I don't think you're strong enough to handle it. You might end up getting hurt."
Elle's lips pressed tightly together, her determination unyielding. "I still want to try," she insisted firmly. "It's unfair for you to judge me solely based on one glance."
A smirk tugged at the corner of Gav's lips, his response teasingly cryptic. "You think I'm merely judging you for your physique, little fae?"
Elle's bit the inside of her lip but then lifted her chin, refusing to back down. "Teach me how to do it, and we will see," she asserted. "I can't dismiss the possibility of doing it without even giving it a try."
