"Oh, you mean that." He gave her a rather small smile. "I was just mentioning my opinion on this academy and its dull studies. I am more of a fighter than a historian and a writer." He told her as he crossed his arms. "I am guessing you’re the same? Or is that hand of yours for show?" He called her hand out, hoping she would budge.
"I feel the exact same way" Eimear said, giving a small amused smirk. "Most of the time I’m skipping those classes, dull as hell." She said… then he mentioned her hand. She flexed it a bit "Nope, lost this to a Grimm." She said "Same one who gave me my scars." She added on, giving that cocky smirk "I came out alive, hes dead now~ along with his buddies~"