I'm editing more of that drg70 fic and I forgot this exchange even happened, so I just really have the need to share it
With her energy back somewhat and ability to walk returned, Surkukteni was anxious. She wanted to move, she wanted to do something — she had energy that needed to be burnt off in spite of the numbness that still lingered, for she felt she might explode if she didn’t. She was of one mind as she approached Estinien at camp one antsy evening, hoping her luck would win out: “Let’s spar,” she said, shoving him lightly in the shoulder to get his attention. She really should’ve known at that point not to test her luck with him. Estinien blinked, staring up at her before his mild surprise turned to a frown. “No,” was all he said before turning back to the gauntlet held in un-gauntleted hands. “Why not?” Her arms crossed over her chest (Like a petulant child.), looking down at him as he refused to look up at her. His thumb tapped against the metal like the question irked him far more than he was outwardly letting on. “If you really want to lose that badly and potentially set us further back because you reopened the wound, then by all means: let’s.” He cast a sidelong glance up at her, gauntlet carefully set in his lap. But quickly it turned into a deeply disappointed look as he looked up at her properly. “Oh for gods’ sake, I was being facetious.” “And I’m being serious! Let’s fight!” But Estinien didn’t budge.