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I only own one outfit so let's hope I can move in it! See you there, sensei. :)

[She will come bouncing in with her usual jumpsuit and magboots combo. The only change really is her hair is tied back for once into a messy ponytail.]

Jasnah is there when she arrives. She's in her jumpsuit too, though she is in possession of a change of clothes now. Her own hair is in a tight braid.

She smiles- a small, reserved expression- when she sees Kamala.

"Good morning. How's your stomach today- no motion sickness, I hope?"

This is going to involve some spinning.

"Morning!" Kamala responds with a cheerful wave. As usual she jumps into things eagerly and without any doubt. "My stomach is fine! I am totally ready for battle. Let's do this!"

"All right. So today, we're going to work on standing."

Says Jasnah, first thing first. The lesson that follows is long, and for all that it's probably tedious, it's also exhausing work. Lots of planting feet, settling your body weight, and practicing shuffling steps for movement. Jasnah will make Kamala just stand and take half steps for half an hour before she lets her look at the sword.

"I can stand!" Kamala offers without hesitation before the lesson follows. It is hard. Being able to heal both helps and hurts her. She's not going to be sore tomorrow, but it is draining her to keep going like this. Kamala is nothing if not determined even if this whole exercise probably makes her look incredibly out of shape. Maybe she is considering the nature of her abilities. She honestly doesn't know.

The half hour passes quicker than Kamala thinks. She wipes sweat off her brow and asks quietly, "Am I doing okay?"

"You're learning late in life, but the learning is going quickly."

She assures her, quietly.

"There's a lot more work ahead of you, but I think you'll be capable, if you keep working at it. You show promise."

"Okay." Kamala can't help sounding pleased. This is all she can hope for really. "Should I be practicing this every day?"

"Three days a week is better."

She decides, picking a more sustainable pace.

"Give your muscles time to learn, but also to heal."

Kamala finally stops at that and nods. Okay that works. She doesn't think she can do this seven days a week yet. "Three days a week. I can manage that." She leans up to stretch, letting out a soft sigh as she does so." "You're really strong."

"I began training several years ago. Progress comes slowly at first, and then much more quickly when you do build your strength."

She reassures her, quietly.

"My cousins have me at a disadvantage. Boys are trained from childhood."

Kamala frowns. She's disappointed for Jasnah. It is still awesome she learned, but who wants to hear someone did it despite being put at a disadvantage? "That sucks. I thought maybe you came from one of those cool societies where ladies had the option of being trained since they were kids too. Not that they even do stuff like that where I'm from. Obviously." It's why none of this came naturally to her. Even Queen Medusa's training is still new and pretty kind to her.

"I'm going to start a new tradition."

Answers Jasnah, absolutely believing in her ability to bend the world to her will. Only one small caveat.

"Provided we survive the coming apocalypse. And that I'm returned home at all."

Two, then.

"Right! I almost forgot your world was going through that." The sad part is she did. It can't be helped when you live in the chaos of her world. The universe dies and gets reset a lot. Kamala may not remember it, but somewhere deep down everyone knows something went wrong along the way. "But, we'll definitely make it home. We have super smart people on the case like Karen and Joe."

"Joe?"

She asks, drawing her hair out of her face. She knows Karen, but the second name is unfamiliar.

"The detective? He found my bangles." Kamala holds up her wrist to show them off; all fused together to make them almost look like armor. "He's like one of those noir guys who lost everything over a case, but still pursued it anyways? Super cool if you ask me... You know minus the part where he lost everything."

"A good story that would be extremely unpleasant to live?"

She checks, since she's missing a cultural reference there or two. She comes over to peer at the bangles.

"What are they?"

It's clearly not just ornamental.

Kamala is so confused by the question. "A wedding gift to the bride? She passed them down to her daughter and then her daughter's daughter, and then you get the picture."

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