Wimena listened closely to Rockmar's words. She moved the blade as he directed, the first swings a bit clumsy and slow before gradually growing more steadier. Often times Wimena had heard of a sword being like an extension of one's arm. She never understood what that meant. Not until now, at least. Once she got used to the blade, Wimena sheathed it and gave the Half-Orc a grateful look. "Thanks," she said, giving him, or rather his waist, a hug. "This might just save a life."