I have some agitations to work through, cousin, [ aemond answers lightly as he settles into a resting stance now that jace has arrived. he's winded, but not so winded that his voice strains from the effort. ] You look well.

[ and he does; aemond means it sincerely. the colour seems returned to jace's face more than before, though perhaps the creeping cold weather is also party to it. no matter. his nephew-cousin seems hale and healthy, discounting the matter of his hands. he will not question it any further. ]

And I have been training with Daemon as of recent. I doubt you'll tire me similarly.

[ it offers some explanation for his movements, now. ser criston valued power and strength, but his training is harsh, plain in its brutality. daemon seemingly dances in a fight, though his strikes are no less deadly for it. aemond is genuinely thrilled to learn how he fights; if nothing else, his uncle's talent is a challenge he wishes to meet head on. ]

He is often difficult to keep up with, I must admit. Have you sparred with him before?