Yielya eyed the just-awoke Akiol. With a slight narrow of her eyes she asked, "Everything alright?"
Akiol was unsurprised at her godlike deduction, "Memories resurfaced making me a little sentimental."
Yielya nodded and did not pry further. Instead she asked, "What's your plan for the match?"
"I planned to just finish it off quickly, but Stars was adamant about me battling in a flashy way."
"Are you going to?"
"Ehh, I don't know. I feel like it's pointless, but if he enjoys it slightly I suppose I could put a little effort."
"It's not like we want you to finish fast or anything. Take your time! That's what we agreed on."
"I'll consider it then."
Tilia walked in and yawned, "Rest well?"
Yielya and Akiol nodded. Tilia smiled and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll make something for breakfast."
Akiol quickly joined, "I'm helping!"
She stopped and turned. Looking at Akiol's arm she flicked the cast, "With that arm? How long until it heals anyway?"
