Ingrid stepped back and thrust the sword forward, the blade sinking into the dummy. She focused on the tip of the blade, watching it disappear into the padding.
"You're looking well. I can see the tension evaporating from your shoulders." Ingrid heard a voice behind her that was rapidly becoming very familiar, and welcome. She drew her sword out and turned to face her husband. A cool breeze drifted through the courtyard, cooling Ingrid once again.
"It helps," she said, slightly breathlessly, pushing her hair back from her face. She turned the blade in her hand. "You gifted me a fine blade. It seems almost a shame that it will not see a battle. Still, perhaps peace won't be so bad." Ingrid sat beside Lelinus on the bench. "So long as your brother is wise and doesn't accuse the wrong man of murder, we should be fine." Ingrid said lightly as she rested her hand over Lelinus's. "How long were you watching me for?" she asked, smiling as she did.