[ Well, hell, she asked, didn't she? Not like any candelabras couldn't be immediately fixed, anyway. Amos quirks an eyebrow at her, but lets his arms fall to his sides, perfectly relaxed, content to go with the flow she's set. Whatever relation it is that Ciri and Hunter have, he's just content to have picked up on it. Figures he might fall into a similar rapport with her.

He turns to pick up his shotgun along the way. ]

Mostly forms. You don't move as much when you're shooting. Better if you don't, otherwise your shot's gonna be erratic. Not like I'm not used to strenuous physical effort, [ a lifetime a manual labour should be pretty clearly reflected by his body, anyway, ] but it's a hell of a lot different than even just using your fists.

[ He's right beside her in following her out. ]

I've done the chopping wood kinda shit too. Still working up to sparring. I think the idea is he doesn't immediately land me on my ass. I mean, he's gonna, but the least I could do is make it somewhat difficult for him.