"It wasn't." Her gaze shifted briefly toward the river, her expression calm and distant. "At first, I couldn't even keep a spear stable. It would collapse after a few seconds."
Amon blinked, clearly surprised. "You?"
She met his eyes without hesitation, her face composed. "Yes."
There was no embarrassment in her voice. Only simple fact.
She exhaled softly, her gaze lowering slightly as if recalling the memory. "I practiced every day. Even when my head felt like it would split." She glanced back at him, her eyes steady. "It becomes easier once your control improves. Your mind adapts."
Amon lowered his gaze to his hands again, his expression thoughtful.
His breathing had finally steadied.
"…So it's not impossible," he murmured, a faint hope flickering in his eyes.
She shook her head lightly.
"No."
She paused, watching him for a second before speaking again.
"You're just impatient."
