Nesir shrugged keeping one eye on Catarina even as she continued carving. "A... friend," she supposed Ral was that even if he was an idiot, "did be teaching me. He did be saying it did be good for me to be learning to be focusing and creating."

Truthfully it had been an attempt at anger management, but she wasn't about to admit that. She still wasn't convinced that creating things out of wood was a more productive way of dealing with over bubbling rage than destroying everything in her path.

But it got her in less trouble.