Hearing Salazar's voice, Faelwen sat up rubbing her temples. Her focus was on Arabelle "No, no. Just got bored waiting for this one." She playfully pointed to Salazar. Her head was throbbing, and training seemed as if it would prove to be rather difficult.
Nevertheless..
Recollecting herself, she shot Salazar a look "Ready? After all.. you can never be too prepared." Knowing that he was fully capable of providing her with a hundred and one things he would rather be doing she grabbed her weapons and headed down the trail to where her locker was. Inside lay her metal armor with leather coverings to protect him. Putting on her gear she looked at the mirror, she was beginning to develop bags beneath her eyelids and her eyes possessed a hint of red in them from strain. There was only so much excuses, and things she could do to further cover her issue before it became inevitable. After all, if there was someone she could trust about her lack of sleep, it was her partner, but then again she didn't want him to see her vulnerable. She had a reputation to uphold.
Sliding her sword into it's spot of her armor she patiently awaited for Salazar to switch his form. Today, they would soar the skies..