[ don't think about it very hard cause she sure didn't ]

Yes, rough.

[ And as if to punctuate this point, she quietly unsheathed the sword at her side, a rapier-like blade with a faint glow and luster all its own. ]

When I fight, it's about balance, movement and finesse. Seeing it more like a dance than just barreling through with brute force. If you do that, then the both of us will get hurt!

[ Sighing again, not wanting this to turn into a lecture, she sheathed the blade once again, head tilting slightly and weight shifting to that side, her eyes closing. ]

It puts both of us in danger if you don't at least try to consider the other in combat. We have to rely on each other, as much as you may not want to.

[ Because she certainly had her suspicions, with the way that he looked at or treated her sometimes... ]

It's my job to protect you, and I can't very well do that if we're both in danger.