Liranan catches Enjolras' scent on the breeze and turns toward him, barking cheerfully! Hello friend of Bahorel and Bossuet! Do you want to play?

Ysalwen finishes out her current exercise, brow damp with sweat, then turns to him and tucks her hair behind her ear with her free hand.

Her other hand keeps its grip on the practice blade, though she does lower it to her side, point kept away from the ground.

"Enjolras? Hello!"