Garo pauses, and then, satisfied that Will isn't going to lash out at him, settles down next to him.

"It was just a lucky blow. You're really good," It's sincere and matter-of-fact, not meant to placate him or make him feel better . "I'm good with doing this every few days. It'd be fun. Good workout. I haven't been in a serious fight since before my capture, I'm ... out of practice, I think."

The morning light streaming through the magical image of the sky above goes out, abruptly and momentarily, casting the Great Hall in abrupt darkness. It only lasts a split second. Garo's head snaps up to look, but the sky is normal by the time he does.