The idea that the priest had taken so long to actually respond, to which she knew he was giving it great thought, intrigued the Gerudo. In hindsight, she'd taken note of the idea that from what she read on priests, they were mostly peaceful people and likely didn't believe in force. It wasn't her kind of lifestyle, but she supposed she could respect it at the very least. After all, she honestly couldn't picture throwing Rhys into the fray next to Byrne or anyone like that. The martial arts instructor would have practically chewed him up and spit him out.

...On the other hand, Rhys had once upon a time been somewhat close to Ganondorf. Maybe there was more to him than what met the eye.

Nabooru eyed the redhead with interest as she leaned onto her right hand. "Hm... I take it you never did much of that back home. You're used to being in the back of the line, right? If something happened to you, after all, you couldn't do what you do best - help other people." She tapped at her chin with a few fingertips and tipped her head a few times, from one side to the other, and back again. "When you say spar, you mean like a blade to blade one?"