There were so many stories she could tell him about her life before this, before the war. All of it would be tinged with a hint of sadness for the friends and the life that she'd lost, but it was better to talk about the people she'd loved and the adventures she'd had than to let them be forgotten.

"That's alright, I'll go easy on you," she teased him further with a smirk. After a pause, she added, "But really, that's fine. We can take it slow until you're comfortable with it. Sparring is quite a bit different from a fight for your life, but it's exhilarating."

Perhaps one day he'd let her touch him with her power, just for a few seconds, and she could give him a really good fight by borrowing a bit of his strength and speed. Just enough to be able to keep up, even the playing field. She'd been fighting with and without her powers for so many years, it would be nice to have it be fun again instead of just necessary.