Training... Again

RETH

For a moment he thought he couldn't have heard his mate correctly. His mind immediately filled with the images of the training they'd done before—teaching her to be a warrior, to fight for her life. The idea was so frightening to him, so far from what she needed, that he was aghast.

"Elia," he spluttered. "You're not even supposed to be on your feet. You can't leave the bed, how can you possibly think you should be running and kicking and—"

"Not that kind of training, Reth," she sighed, rolling her eyes in a gesture that would have made him grin to see her old self peeking through. But he was terrified of what was going on in her head, so he just stared. "I need you to teach me how to keep my beast away. Or how to get back from it if it comes."

He relaxed a little then. Oh. Of course. Of course that would be on her mind today after what had happened the night before.