Hazel frowned as Hayato accepted the Cleric's help. *Hmph. Unbelievable, he's going to let a girl act more macho then him?* "Field experience matters. No matter how long you train nothing compares to what you learn doing real stuff." She hesitated for a moment, then spoke before she could stop herself. "Maybe you can tag along with me some time, see what real combat is like." She regretted it instantly. She didn't want to have someone else drag her behind, but it was too late now. She gave no indication that the offer was a mistake. She smiled, this time her real-but-not-real smile again. Despite everything, there was something about him. She wanted to help Hayato Nishimura.

"Also, yeah, we can fight again." The prickly observer turned to leave, but not before dropping another disparaging comment. She huffed as he walked away. She turned to Hayato, "He is a Magi," Hazel didn't only excel on the battlefield, but also in the classroom, "His crest belongs to the Magical Research Society. He also fits the part." She sighed, "Reporting us for sparring. Clearly you came out no worse for the ware. This is part of our training. I don't hate Magi, but some of them really don't get how it works for Knights. Injuries happen all the time!"