The next day, Adam, Quintella, and Bao's routine began to settle. He trained them for a couple of hours before dawn, then shared breakfast in the Common Hall when the sun rose—savory meat sandwiches and eggs whose yolks were a viscous, sun-gold custard. Each ingredient was so saturated with mana that Quintella and Bao finished eating and stretched, their weariness melting away as if they'd woken from a deep nap. Adam watched them, smiling behind his steamy cup of jasmine tea, the honey-sweet scent as soothing as a cultivator's incense.
After the warm moment, he spotted Desmond's approach. With infinite gentleness, he sent Quintella and Bao to rest in their rooms.
"Humph!" Quintella snarled as she passed Desmond. "I'm tired of seeing your face, Sleep wrecker."
The teenager gazed left, right, then pointed at his own face as if asking, "Me?"
