"We're well aware," Lyra said, a sour look on her face.
"Pay them little mind," Meredith said, raising a hand. "Their words may be sharp, but their wit and skill in battle are not. So long as we remain focused on our goals, they will remain as leaves passing by a moving carriage. I have no misgivings regarding my and Lloyd's ability to overcome those amateurish nobles."
"Amateurish, huh?" Isobel said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, it's good to know you're competitive."
"It is simply an observation. Pay it no heed," Meredith responded, though the slight uptilt of her lip indicated it was far more than an "observation".
"Very well," Isobel nodded, leaning forward." Let's see if that confidence remains while we go over the details today's training, then."
Isobel folded her hands like she was about to talk us through a weather report instead of whatever madness she cooked up. The room seemed to hold it's breath as we waited for her to continue.
