"Well, I wouldn't even suggest this were you still pregnant.", Alisa noted, nodding in agreement. Not that she'd ever fight a pregnant woman, even if she posessed any semblance of ability to pull her punches.
Alice herself might disagree with her view, she'd done everything possible so others still treated her as herself and not as the children growing inside her. But for better or worse, during those nine months and the few years right after, anybody with the slightest shred and decency ought treat her not as Alice the knight, but as the mother of two children, whose wellbeing directly depended on her own.
"Like a parent to a child I wonder~", chuckled the sculptress, visibly amused at the sight, enough to tilt her head and raise a finger to her bottom lip. In the end she had but one student with whom she had a good relationship - perhaps too good for some people's standards - enough to leave her heart torn in two whenever she thought on her and another blonde with an even bigger influence in her present life.
But then, she knew better than assuming all master and student relationships took the same undertones as hers and Liana's, though it's not as if she personally experienced any other to have a proper term for comparison. Alisa knew not what breed of conflict these two women shared in the past, but she defenitely understood - and accepted - she and Akira might have easily been enemies. This mutual understanding arose out of simple conversation, devoid of any intention of judging the other for their life choices or lack thereof. And none of it would stop Alisa from ruthlessly removing the woman from her path should she ever stand in it. After all, she'd professed a desire to stand behind the new King, even while the sculptress ultimately steeled her resolve for the day when she might take his life.
If they faced each other in battle, Alisa would try not to kill her, but if the woman fought to her fullest, the sculptress would inevitably respond in kind. She knew better than expecting any mercy from her in return, not that it would have made any difference.
She expected this kind of ruthlessness from Alice too if she were to teach her... Anything less and she'd likely doubt her ability to use any of the knowledge the sculptress passed on. She had to view herself as a carnivore and her foes as herbivores. A predator, a hunter, going for the jugular at the first opening provided, even created such openings against unwilling prey. Wily and merciless, with no though for right or wrong until the battle came to an end...
"That's it... Relax and attune each pulling of the trigger to your breath, however way you prefer.", advised the sculptress, crossing her arms as Lumen soon walked over to her side. Alisa spared her a soft smile, but for the most part kept her focus on the redhead, encouraging her to take another shot