Quick-witted Jemma smiled when Jasper looked in her direction and snapped at her; she quickly responded with, "you're always in the middle of something". Since a week had passed she was already beginning to recover from Jasper's hurtful words upon her arrival, and the loss of her mother, which came as a devastating surprise. "I've come to talk, Prince" The young princess continued over to her brother, this time around allowing her dress to drag on the ground a bit. "You've changed, but I still know you deep down, I know you want to talk, so let's talk, like the adults that we are pressured to be" Jemma kicked herself inside for letting that last part slip, but it was truly how she felt. "Of course, if you do not wish to speak with me... I'll leave you alone" This was indeed a lie, she made a promise to her father and to herself as well, she wasn't going to give up on Jasper. 

By that point it she was undoubtedly sure that her brother's somewhat sloppy fighting was due to his right hand usage, he was using his non-dominant hand. She wasn't sure if Jasper would speak to her so she stood her ground a few feet from the training dummy on his right side and continued to speak. "I want to mend our relationship, Jasp. I love you, you're my brother, so let me start by giving you some simple advice" Now she stood next to him, facing the training dummy holding out an imaginary rapier in her left hand. "You're left handed, you always have been, so, if you want your attacks to be stronger and more precise than ever, use your left hand, like this" Mimicking a simple wrist movement she had seen him too she was trying to show him how it'd work, but unfortunately for her this showed to be difficult. Unlike her brother, Jemma was right handed.