After hours of looking at the bones, Camilla was looking pretty drained and exhausted. She was never good at working her mind, and trying to memorize the bones like this put a heavy load on her head. She would much rather swing her sword mindlessly for hours.
Alcott noticed that and sighed. "Well, how about we train a bit? Studying the bones for this long has to be boring." He stood, "Pick up your sword and let's see what you could do."
With a large smile on her face, she stood, pulled her sword out, and pointed toward him. "Really? I was getting sleepy here." This would be far easier than studying the bones; she gets to see Alcott move directly and study him instead. Nothing beats learning directly from a master, especially if that master was Alcott himself.
Alcott smiled. "Well, try not to cry." He stood there with a relaxed stance, his sword in his right hand, carelessly dangling down without any clear pose or stance.
