He catches the waterskin with only a bit of fumbling, his limbs tired from the long drills.

"Thanks."

Plopping himself down in the grass, he brings the waterskin to his lips and tilts his head back to take a long draught. When he's done, he contemplates Kyle for a moment. After all this time, the man remains more mystery than not.

"Kyle...how old were you when you started training?"