Its the acceptance that inspires an easing in Rhaenyra's posture. There's an element of pride to it, maybe. To admit your shortcomings is necessary, in order to improve them, and yet some instinct in her wishes that it was not so. Wishes for her to know all, even if such expectation is impossible.

Still, she nods — there's a huff of a laugh. "In truth, I'm not sure where to even start. Defensive sounds appropriate, as I find myself rather toothless, here. Women — weren't taught such things so freely, in my world, even though some of my ancestors were brilliant swordswomen."

But, more to the point: "I am grateful, for your offer. I will defer to your expertise." Is there a glimmer of excitement, at the prospect of such lessons though? Maybe so.