Shila flipped a page and wrote something else in her notebook, before turning it to Sapphire. “My home was in the middle of a civil war. They sent me away so that they could make sure I wasn’t killed. Along with most other women. Minus a few, of course. I’ve been here ever since. Perhaps maybe this would be my new home.” She says on the paper, resting upon the grass. Shila has thought about for a moment, before writing something else down. “And I can help in battling you. As a sparring partner.”