Rebekah looked up at Frigga in surprise, not expecting her to be here.
“I’m… uh studying, I guess. I’ve recently discovered that my knowledge base is severely lacking in some areas, mostly magic. I’ve found that it’s hard to fight against something if you don’t know what it is, and your study is the only collection of Midgardian magic as well as having the most competent source of Asgardian magic. I know next to-nothing on magic and it almost killed Tyson. My ignorance is unacceptable so I decided to change that. I see the error in my methods now. I’ll go.” Rebekah replaced the books and grabbed her cloak before curtsying to Frigga and nearly running out to the hall and then to a sparring room.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Rebekah admonished herself as she punched one of the training dolls.

Yiva rolled her eyes. “I could careless about the daughter of Fanoral and the son of Loki. They will not hinder us.”

She went and satin the middle of the room again, releasing the illusion. She didn’t need them worrying themselves into a tizzy before they needed to.