Connor is perfectly serious about sparring, so he considers this thoughtfully. "Might be good for her to get practice against different weapons... we could work up to it. I'll square off with you first, let you train up."

His gaze follows Balthazar's, to Sorcha rolling in the snow with all four leggy limbs in the air. "...They are. You look better than you used to. I know I do. Is it wrong... that part of me keeps wondering when and how it'll all come crashing down?" He's a pessimist at heart, and he wrestles with it.