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Ivar's mood had definitely been lifted, both by the present and the company that had come along with it. He didn't yet understand why he enjoyed spending so much time around Rey. He just sort of assumed it was because they were good friends. "Kind of?" He mock-scowled at the joke. "You'd be getting nowhere fast without met to help you along."

He looked down at the knife again, turning it over in his hands. "Now there's an idea with merit. I'm pretty sure Osomatsu is going to cut off a finger sooner or later." The poor NEET. Ivar had no idea what he was getting into training him.

"Uh-huh. I was doing just fine, with my staff, and I at least knew the pointy end of the sword goes into the other person." More joking, more teasing. A comfortable feeling between the two of them, and it's so nice to see Ivar's mood had improved. Rey had hoped he wouldn't instantly tell her to go away once she stepped into his room.

"...Maybe avoid leaving people dismembered?" Because, that had to be a joke right? Who would really cut off a finger? Wouldn't he set them up with practice weapons first?

"Good. Your next step will be to learn how to block the other person's pointy end from going in you." It's easy to do this with Rey like it isn't with other people, just sit around, and be able to joke. Some of that constant tension he carries around with himself lifts in her presence.

Ivar shrugs in a nonchalant manner. "Not my fault what he gets up to in his off time. I told him to practice until our next session, but I have some misgivings he's going to be alright alone." But will Ivar care if one of his students ends up in the hospital with a knife through their palm? No.

"And after that? Learn how to disarm them?" she asks, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. When was the last time she felt this comfortable speaking to someone? The only other person whose presence she enjoyed just as much was Finn's.

"Hopefully he'll be alright on his own. If he hurts himself, he can't come to practice, and you'll be down a student." Just pointing it out. Letting him know that there would be some consequences to teaching his students how to use sharp objects. Something he wouldn't have to worry about with Rey--hopefully.

"Sure. Then comes the fancy tricks you can use to impress friends and intimidate enemies with. Like this." He takes the knife out of its sheath and holds it in the flat of his left palm. He spins it around and then effortlessly transfers it to his right hand. Is he showing off for Rey? Just a little bit.

"I'm sure he'll be fine. If not, there's plenty of good healers in this place." Fingers crossed nothing happens though. Ivar's going to be plenty unimpressed if one of his students manages to impale themselves.

"I think that might be more of an advanced class, wouldn't it?" she jokes, watching him spin the blade in the palm of his hand. He didn't cut himself, which was really good. She would hate for him to get an additional injury. If he was trying to show off to her, she didn't take too much notice. She thought he was simply playing around.

"Healers can only do so much." She doubts they could regrow limbs in case someone accidentally one of theirs off...and hopefully no one would die from it. No, she wouldn't think about those things. Not right now.

"But...will your classes now be in a big group or are you planning to teach one on one?" Best to talk about how he'll conduct his classes and get him excited about getting out of his room when he was fully healed.

"Only for those who have been practicing with weapons for ten years or more." Ivar didn't often show off these moves for fear of being thought that he was bragging. He saved them for moments like this. But he liked Rey and thought she would understand.

Ivar just sort of waved off the concern about healers. They didn't even have penicillin or a better way to treat infected limbs than to cut them off back home. He was very impressed with the level of tech here in regards to healing people.

"No, one on one is better. That way the training can be personalized to each person. I wish I had someone like that to train me when I was young." No one had expected much from a little crippled boy, so at first, Ivar had found there was nobody willing to teach him how to fight. Except for Floki, his mentor, everyone just saw a pitiful figure that would never be able to fight properly. He just followed his brothers around and watched what they were taught. Later on, he'd beg whoever he could find to teach him what they knew. Then he worked as hard as he could to be the best.

"Ten years?" Just making sure she heard him right, and thinking on it, she had been practicing how to use her staff for more than ten years. However, a blade was a different weapon all together, and required more training...and a lightsaber was different from a sword, and that required even more training. Baby steps.

"I don't know if many of your students will have those skills just yet, but something to aim for." And if he showed off to his students, then it would be considered bragging...just a little. For Rey, she enjoyed the display he put on.

There was a nod of her head, glad to know they would be continuing their practices one on one. It would allow him to evaluate his students and find their strengths upon which to build up, and areas of improvement.

"As do I. The quarter staff I have, it's made from different parts. Had to train myself with it...and.." she let out a faint laugh. "How not to get hurt by it either." One couldn't just swing the staff around, one had to be careful to make sure she didn't injure herself.

"I am definitely aiming high for them. At least they need to be able to defend themselves before I'm going to let them go off and hunt monsters." He wanted to make sure that if monsters overran the city or people turned on each other like a pack of wolves, that his students could properly use their lessons in a practical fashion.

"Not getting hurt is the most important part." He held up one of his hands. There were calluses all along his fingertips and scars that crisscrossed his palms. "A lot of the ones on my fingers came from learning how to hold blades properly and being able to pull back on the string of a bow." Ivar was proud of how his hands looked. Every scar told a story.

A sensible argument, to train others just in case they need to defend themselves, rather than be helpless and cause more stress on those that can fight.

"Do you really think that's a possibility? So far, there haven't been any attacks that I've heard of." Then again, Rey hadn't been on this moon as long as Ivar has. He's probably seen more things and experienced stranger things here than her. This place was a very strange place indeed. Stranger than Jakku or Takodana, or anywhere else she's ever heard of.

Her eyes went down to his hands, noting the scars and calluses there. She could understand that. It showed hard work. It showed how determined he was. It showed his success and failures. Her fingertips were calloused from years of hard work, even with gloves to pick the parts she found and clean them.

"That I can see. It shows your growth. No one can call themselves a warrior if their hands don't show proof of it." She holds up one of her hands to show him, there was some faint scars from accidentally getting shocked by wires, when she didn't know what she was doing, or when she burned herself from touching metal left out in the heat.

"Yours really do tell a story."

"Who knows what will happen? Besides, if people take back parts of the forest and abandoned city like they keep talking about, some of those here might move there. And then they'll definitely need protection while the fences get set up and run right." Ivar always likes to plan for the worst and...well, he doesn't expect the best, he just expects things to always get even worse.

When Rey puts her hand up, Ivar, on an impulse, pushes his hand forward. Their fingers touch together. It's like having an electric shock run through him. Ivar lets his fingers stay there for a moment or two before he pulls them away with no small part of reluctance. He's confused as to why he feels like this. The last person he got a jolt from being near like this was Marco. But...he doesn't feel the same way about Rey as he does about Marco...does he?

He busies himself by fiddling around with his present, setting it on the nightstand. Suddenly, he feels all awkward. "Thank you again for the gifts. I'm sure Winter is going to love the little stars."

"They've really been talking about that? There's nothing in the Abandoned City." Okay, maybe she wasn't supposed to say that, and let Ivar know one of her side jobs is going there to scavenge around with Cisco, but really, there's nothing there. And the feeling she gets from the place isn't a good one. Why would people want to go to the forests and have to rebuild the land there? So many questions that Ivar probably doesn't have the answers to.

What does happen is unexpected with a jolt of electricity that goes down her spine and and makes her heart beat faster. Their hands are touching--their fingertips are, but it's enough for her to feel something...and she isn't sure what it is. If it's good or bad--no, it's good. It's a feeling, a rush that she hasn't felt before...and in some ways it's nice, but overall it's confusing.

He hand pulls away from hers and Rey finds herself feeling...awkward? But she can't explain why. Thankfully, they're on the subject of Winter. A much safer option.

"You're welcome. I hope she does enjoy the hair pieces..." She starts to pull back from him, getting up from his bedside.

"I should go, I don't want to overstay my welcome and you need to rest so I can have my teacher back."

Ivar lets her get up without a word of protest like he normally would. He's got a lot to think about now, mostly about Rey. He's so rarely felt this way about anyone before.

"I'll see you once I'm feeling better. We can spar again." It occurred to him that he always was eager and excited to see Rey when she came around. He'd always chalked it up to merely being good friends, but now he wondered if there was something a little bit more to it? So much to think about.

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