[ It's with no small amount of gratitude that Fiore transfers her grip from the chair to Chiron's arm, sucking in a tiny breath to try and steady herself further even as her legs threaten to buckle beneath her.

For now, she stays upright, focusing on that and the warm glow suffusing her body at just how nice it is to hear pride when it's regarding something that's not just her talent for magecraft. Her own efforts. Her hard work. ]

Thank you. I've been going to physical therapy, but I've still got a long road ahead of me. But I remembered running when I dreamed of your past... and I wanted to experience that for myself one day. Properly.