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There was a joke and her eyes narrowed in response, a playful glare and daring spark in honey irises, lips twitching with the hint of a smile. However, the Attuned rolled back her shoulders, deciding to make it all the more awkward for the Sword. "He absolutely did. Very encouraging too. He kept saying 'just like that'." A pause as her lips started to curl into a smirk, "And 'you handle it so well'." This time her brow arched, daring him to say something else, "And 'you were made for this'." Cordelia had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing, shoulders lifting in a shrug as if she hadn't said all of those things loudly enough that the other soldiers faltered in their motions, daring to look back at her. Cordelia shifted her attention back on the task at hand that wasn't messing with Deimos, head tilting to the side as she studied his stance before nodding, watching the spear fly through the air once more to sink into the target. "Much." She said in agreement, shifting to remove her bow from her back, drawing an arrow from her quiver as she lined up her own shot. "They're well. Thankfully father has done well with hunting this last season. Mother and my sisters were able to do plenty of trading with outside merchants, too." A simple way of saying that they weren't hurting for food without her here. Something that had been a constant worry. Cordelia released the arrow, letting it sink into the chest of the target with a dull thunk, a breath escaping her as she dropped her arm. "It's strange being back. It almost doesn't feel like I'm meant to be here..." She wasn't the one who was exiled. She had left on her own volition, but somehow Halo felt as if it had turned its back on her too. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run