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At your leisure, within reason. I have no qualms waiting for you for a few hours, if you would have me.

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An hours time, then. Will I find you there already?

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I am already here. You'll have your time to warm for the mats, do not worry.

You've been quiet as late, as well. Might that we could talk and catch up?

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May no one claim you are not fair when it comes to training..

Meeting the Stranger not just once is not an easy thing to forget. My quiet is only a search for peace. ( it's not personal. ) I will see you in an hour's time, cousin.

( and he is true to his word. it is barely an hour that passes since they speak before Jacaerys makes his way to the training room, finding it with only some difficulty when the halls shift before his eyes twice.

dressed in more modern clothes, still in the colors of his house, he makes his way to where he sees Aemond training on his own. the forms are familiar but Aemond moves through them with impressive ease; for a moment Jace wonders how much all of them would have benefited from training together but the thoughts slip in a direction he cannot stomach and instead he speaks when Aemond breaks his concentration. ) You look more than warmed up, cousin. Are you not too tired for me?

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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?

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Going more than a week without meeting death does have positive consequence, ( Jace says with ease, as if the statement is not an absurdity and instead a pleasantry shared to amuse. he would rather this than to let his thoughts focus on Baela's death, his mother's, Daemons or his own. they all breathe again, those thoughts lead him back on paths toward those that don't.

he hums in agreement to Aemond's statement. ) He took over some of our training when he joined Mother on Dragonstone.

I do not believe I've ever seen him tired by sparring alone. ( but Aemond is a more accomplished swordsman than Jace is, he knows that. his own interest in swordsmanship holds true, but his duties pulled him away more often than not to learn other skills that would be of great use when it came time to call banners for their cause. ) I'm afraid, if you want a similar challenge, I'm the wrong man. You're a better swordsman than I.