After Ves praised his daughter, Andraste merrily skipped away so that she could take a shower and change into a different outfit.
The father watched the girl go with a decidedly mixed expression.
"It is impressive to see how much her marksmanship has improved." Ves spoke. "She has only been at it for less than a year, correct?"
Saintess Ulrika Vraken nodded. "I have never taught marksmanship to a child this young. I cannot say whether any young girl under 10 can become as effective in combat as her, but my intuition indicates that not even her Terran peers can keep up with her rate of improvement. If she can develop the aptitude to pilot a mech, then I can easily imagine her becoming a terror on the battlefield, and that is without taking account of the fact that she has earned Helena's favor."
All of this sounded too good. Many parents would be filled with pride if one of their children demonstrated so much skill and talent for combat at a young age.