Those were not the words she was hoping he would say. She didn't answer him for a long moment. She didn't answer him as he touched her in a way that should make her blush. She didn't answer him when she lightly placed her hands on his shoulders. Solaras just didn't answer him as he touched her skin and her muscles tensed into a singular flat mass. The muscles on her abdomen clearly visible as she saw white before her eyes. Another choked pain filled moan escaped her as her hands gripped down on his shoulders. Far from her hardest grip but a grip none the less.

"The others." She started. "They accused me of being distracted and being soft in the middle of training. They challenged me to a sparring ring..." Joran would know a sparring ring being something like a fight club. No weapons just physical action. Typically one on one and when the challenged was defeated it was over. If the challenger fell then another challenger would step up and the fighting would continue. 

The silence returned a moment before she flinched away from his touch as he applied a bit more of the cool bacta to her flesh.