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[hisstrength]

Yeah! Practice makes it, right? And I guess doing pull-ups every day like Natasha said. Your hands okay?

[Suddenly, Healing had become a really convenient power.]

[tonsofpun]

And running with sandbags. Desmond's a fucking taskmaster.

[She holds out her hands for Tess's inspection. A cracked nail, blood under it. It's a bit swollen, but it's not unusual for Ellie's hands, especially considering her longbow.]

Not bad.

[hisstrength]

Shit. I haven't hit that stage yet, looks like. But I'm bruised all over trying to get the hang of landing in a roll.

[Looks very like Ellie.]

Better than mine were. Doesn't look like you need healing up.

[tonsofpun]

Take it with your shoulder and make sure you're ducking your head. Don't do it straight on.

[Grinning back, she lets her hands drop.]

We can practice in the grass if you want. It's soft enough.

[hisstrength]

Sure. Sounds good.

[She doesn't mind much if it's Ellie. So many people have seen her fail by now it hardly seems to matter anymore.]