At first Kysis stiffened at the contact, but after a moment he relaxed. It took a bit of mental convincing, telling himself that she wasn\'t trying to hurt him. Finally, his muscles laxened a little, and he finally noticed just how sore he was. The mention of him training more actually brought a laugh, and his hand lightly kneeding that shoulder that had been touched. Those last few practice sessions he had really pushed himself over the top, and nearly cropped his hair much shorter from that damnable flail. Kysis was luckily that his left hand had been the only injury caused by that weapon.
Board games sounded boring, unless they were war games. Kysis had always loved tactics and the like, especially chess. A fun game, which he played often back in Kreos, after supper against his father mostly. Kysis was pretty good, too, but would not brag on it. His swordplay was another matter, but one Kysis did not feel like gloating over. Usually, yes, he would. Now was just not the right time, so he kept hushed up, giving only a few words on it, "In the near future, I may just drop by for such a thing. It sounds like a good way to pass the time."
He smiled, a real one all the way to what was normally cold blue eyes. They had lit up a bit though, the azure depths more friendly, almost warm even. Kysis was enjoying himself. It had been a long time since he could honestly admit it, but he was. No false since of mirth, no faking it to not shatter a fragile ego. Kysis wanted to continue enjoying this, too, "The winters are colder here, I\'ve noticed. This clothing just isn\'t made for it." Kysis had no pockets on his cloak, and his attire was not too thick. His tunic was a close fit to his skin, showing his musculature off in a silent form of bragging. However, to get such an effect he had to give up thickness of cloth, something he was currently regretting. At least he had not started shivering yet.
"Wolves.... I\'ve heard stories about them before. But I thought they were skittish about people, did not like them." Kysis managed a shrug. He did not rightly know, so he would put out the tidbit of guess he had. Perhaps they could talk more on what he should expect this far north? Kysis did not care, as long as their conversation did not end now.