"I always found it's a good way to get the stress out of the system. Make your shoulders stronger, if you're giong to carry the world," Nida agrees, but he seems a bit sad for her. After a moment he offers his hand out to her.

"If you can keep yours in check, I can at least offer you some confidence to cheer you up for the workout. It's sorta refreshing, I'm told."

Because he thinks that lightness to her voice belongs there more than the sad smiles. Reminds him of the underclassmen back home, the young kids who never really understood what they were getting into. He was one of those who was assigned to them in their first weeks, helping them get around, holding them when they needed to cry, talking to them in those dark places between sleep and the morning to get through it. He didn't even realize that it might count as a bit of experience for handling all of this.