Soma kept her eyes on the spear, trying to memorize the exercises. "I'm fine. Were you injured at all last night? It was difficult to see."

She unconsciously flexed her arm, ignoring the twinge of pain that resulted. It had been a clean wound and the nurses had bandaged it in the morning; it would heal quickly, and there was no need for Meche to worry about it.

She tried to think of something else to talk about. Soma was no judge of spearwork, but Meche's movements certainly seemed a great deal more fluid than they had been before. "I guess you didn't usually use spears in your world, either."