Aleifr doesn't offer a verbal response to the suggestion, but his wolfish grin implies he likes that idea quite a bit.

He reaches out and takes her hand, guiding it to a spot just above the butt of the axe and adjusting her grip to be just a hair tighter.

"Bring it straight forward and back." He says, demonstrating the motion. "Keep the head back, release when your hand passes your eye."

Might be unnecessary coaching, given how sharp she is and how intently she'd watched his own throw, but she'd said she wanted to do it properly.