Perhaps, she thinks, perhaps she ought to return to Dany and Jon, to see if they might train her, aid her; they have a common cause, seeking to raise and protect their beasts themselves, to make sure that their newly hatched eggs are not harmed. It might be in their benefit to train her, and Lauralae could offer them something in return, something they might need.

For now, however, she accepts this as a gift, a reward, and does not turn her gaze from him and, grip strengthening, she nods her head.

"I will have to adjust to the weight." She has never had to use a blade like this before, relying on teeth and nails and blood magic before now, but even she knows that it is folly to believe that those gifts might be enough to save her. Slowly, she turns her body and stands a little taller, adjusting and slipping into the pose - not perfect, but better than it was before.

She does not flinch as he comes close, but it is a near thing.