Noticing Lukas looking in her direction, Ambrose tilted her blood-soaked head to the side and asked in a hesitant voice, "How was it?"
Her question sounded genuine. Her eyes twinkled with uncertain light as she waited for an answer.
For a moment, Lukas was confused. His gaze moved between the large crater and her bloodied figure, and he suddenly had the urge to facepalm.
He also wanted to curse out loud, but he didn't. Maybe his assessment of her technique wasn't perfect enough.
Teaching her had to be patient. After all, she was the one paying him.
Still, he needed to give some feedback, so with a calm voice he simply said:
"Not bad. You are not hopeless. There is still room for improvement."
Lukas decided to lie with a straight face. Someone who was just starting to learn something new was similar to a child. He could hardly tell her how bad it was, or she would simply quit.
There was a need to nurture confidence first.
