"Hmm, six years old. I guess you can learn quicker when you're a child, but still. Your instructors don't sound like ones I would want to have." Peiter responded. "I'm glad you were able to get away from all of that, and not just because I wouldn't have met you otherwise. You are just such a beautiful person, in mind and body, and you deserve a lot better than to be treated like that."

As Sabine was flexing her fingers, Peiter raised up his hand and intertwines his own fingers with hers. "Lorag, he trained us as soldiers. I recognized a lot of it from watching the guards back in Chorrol, actually. He was definitely strict, and kept a lot of discipline with us, but I wouldn't call him abusive per ce. We were punished for doing things wrong, but that came more in the form of extra physical conditioning. Like, more running, or lifting more weight. Painful punishment still, but...in a different way. Everything he made us do pretty much served some sort of purpose. Speaking of, maybe we should start doing some of that physical conditioning. Like, running and such. You're probably going to be stronger than most of your opponents just by being a lycan." With his other arm, Peiter ran his hand down Sabine's arm and lightly squeezed her bicep. "But, it might help to build some endurance. I know you have magic that can energize you, but you never know when you'll be without it."