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Sarah's surprised in how eager she is for these lessons.

The auction had brought multiple promising bids and she had made sure to distribute her chips amidst them all -- guns, self-defense, swords, other weapons -- because she knows all-too-well that allowing skills to rust will be dangerous. For all that her safety seems assured, she's too paranoid and too well-acquainted with disaster to know that it's gone forever. She'd had years of peace with Charley, but that had ended, as well.

It always ends, no matter how much you try and change fate.

She's even more glad that she's won something that her skills lack in. She can wield a knife with great expertise, but a sword is far different from that. She wants to be proficient in as many forms of fighting as she can manage. That's why today brings her a kind of joy that she hasn't felt since she learned to take apart a firearm as quick as she did.

She considers the sword in her hand carefully, hefting the weight up and down. "I'm going to have some very specific questions. They're just curiosities, though."

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"I'm not the best with metaphors," Ishiah replies plainly, his lips pressed together in a firm line— while he doesn't blame Sarah for what seems, to him, like an attempt to hide the real matter at hand, he also doesn't have the time to waste throwing guesses in every which direction. "As I can see that you're perfectly capable of walking right now, I have to either assume that you're talking about a previous incident in which he tried to help you through mobility issues, or that you're trying to refer to something else entirely. If it's the latter, I'd much rather not dance around the topic."

"No, it's...it was neither. It has been neither," she says, sighing as she realizes that she shouldn't have brought it up at all. "He gets it in his head that I can't walk or won't walk somewhere and he picks me up and takes me there because he thinks he knows best," she goes on, a bit archly. "How do I make him listen to me?"

It's not difficult to see the exasperation in Sarah's tone, Ishiah feeling as though he's certainly felt along the same lines many times in the past few years. But there's just nothing to be done. There are ways in which any of them will end up digging their heels deep into the earth, and Ishiah's not sure that it's honestly any of his business to try to go about changing that. So, he shrugs lightly, his expression impassive, although his eyes are still sharp and observant, seeking every fleck of color in hers out, trying to read for the words between the lines.

"You don't," he replies frankly. "If you've asked repeatedly and if it's a perfectly reasonable request, yet he still shows resistance, you'd only find luck asking Niko or Robin for help. Neither is currently on the island."