His life, Nida resolved to believe, was a bit of a mess. Had been for a few weeks now, and that really only meant one thing. There was only one proper way to address all the thinking he was avoiding, and that was in the tried and true Garden method: training. Which of course meant him being in the dojo more than once today, and definitely for a lot longer than he normally would care to try for. It meant that after a break to eat in the inn, he'd eventually found himself back here in the dojo. And look, this time it was occupied by a familiar face from a schoolhouse search for color.

"Hey Lady Blue," he greeted as he pulled off his cold weather gear and left it in a pile by the door, soon following it with his shoes and then pulling his bo from the makeshift rope sling he'd made for it so he'd always have it on his back. "You've got just a touch too little bend on your left leg there."

While he couldn't comment much on training other people had started with her, what their preferences or schools of training were, he could definitely see when a stance was just a touch weak.