Catching himself — or rather, catching Kyle's gaze — he swings his arms back to his sides. He shakes his hands out, tries to hold them still, and ends up crumpling them together behind his back. His eyes smooth shut for a second. Come on. In through his nose, out through his mouth.

"No, it's... It would be good for me to learn how to defend myself."

If he can't do anything else, he can at least try not be such an easy target. And this at least aligns more naturally with him than magic — he's decently athletic. Though, committing to studying self-defense makes the war all the more starkly real. Not that it didn't already hold enough weight to crack his ribcage and smash his heart, but now that pressure gathers more density.

"I'll do it."