If her father hadn't taught her better (and if she wasn't already terrified of earning a tongue lashing from their flight instructors) she might have considered slapping Smix. Might have. Well, she certainly would consider it but she couldn't actually bring herself to do it. The men at the academy had teased her relentlessly, but somehow it still managed to get to her.

Kistra offered Smix a weak smile that she forced. "Thanks..." Her father had taught her to never show anyone your weaknesses. Not that she was very good at that most days.