Both Byen and I left the clinic and started walking toward the place he wanted to talk.
The moment the clinic door closed behind us, the faint smell of medicine and disinfectant was replaced by the familiar outdoor air of the academy—cool, clean, and carrying the distant noise of students going about their day. It should have been comforting. Instead, my shoulders felt stiff, as if I were walking toward an inevitable judgment.
Byen walked a few steps ahead of me, his posture straight and his pace steady. He didn't say anything, and the silence between us stretched longer with every step. It wasn't awkward in the usual sense—it was heavy, like the calm before a storm that I knew was meant for me.
Maybe he wants to talk about Raiden getting caught in trouble because of me and about to be sent to the battlefield.
