[ iris, standing in the middle of the room holding a steel sword in his hand in the absolute most awkward way possible, spends what he believes to be an appropriate three seconds of looking disappointed—

before he blows out a breath and sags his shoulders, letting the sword clatter noisily to the ground. ]

Oh thank god.

[ he trudges over to where ben is sat, plopping onto the bench beside the older man. ]

I didn't really want to be training either, but I thought I had to at least try... [ he shrugs. ] To be honest, I hope there isn't going to be a lot of fighting involved at all.

[ he's neither a lover nor a fighter he's just kind of useless. ]