Della stood back and just watched. It was hard to be patient, but it helped that the routine Crane was going through had caught her interest. She'd seen Crane practicing his martial arts before, and while Della herself knew how to fight, she didn't know any specific discipline.

Then again, discipline in any sense was a foreign concept to her.

After a moment, she took a seat in the grass, her chin resting in her hands as she continued to observe.