[ Oh, well, that's that then, isn't it? Another thing that's different, even if mildly so. Sighs for it and nods stiffly, Kaidan had danced, but perhaps her expectations were too highly set. ] It can. It teaches being fluid, and to coordinate many parts of your body very differently but together. In that way, all fighters dance.

[ Easier as a baseline, but so much for that. With her skirts in hand, she settles them on her hips in thought momentarily - how had she started such things? Well, her aunt had seen to the dance of it, and her father had used what she had been taught in the steps of Bhondla. Granted, that kind would be even further removed from him, and she would never dance for anyone like that again. This was not her home, or the people that had taught her such things.

But the playfulness would do since apparently the thought of dancing seemed to abjectly terrify him. ] Here, this ought to be easier. Watch my feet and my movements. When I step back, you step forward in the stance, when I move forward, you go back. Simple enough?

[ She trusts so, at least, slowly, she steps back to give him time. His reflexes weren't anything she had to worry about, he was fast as was. But it was more to watch his footing, to get used to the motions and extension. ]