Shale rolled his shoulders back in a shrug at his mom's question regarding sparring with Roldan, keeping his focus on the swan he was working on and leaning in close to look at it again. He was being slow and steady about making sure things were as symmetrical as he could manage, and was doing a pretty nice job of it. "Am I going to spar with him? I mean, yeah, probably...as long as you're fine with it. I've honestly been restless without fighting as much; it's really kind of hard to get used to." He finished yet another and started his seventh, his brow furrowed in concentration.