"Hey, Art. Did you apologize to Celeste or not?"
Zyon, walking just half a step behind, leaned closer until his voice became a hushed whisper brushing against Art's ear.
Art just lifted a shoulder in a lazy shrug, as though the question carried no weight at all. "I'd rather not talk about that, Zyon. Really. That's between me and Celeste. If you could, just ignore it. Let us be as we are."
His tone was clipped, distant, and especially curt.
"Haah…" Zyon exhaled loudly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Whatever. Not like you'd listen to me anyway. Forget it."
"Ahmmm," Art hummed in agreement, dismissive as ever.
Silence stretched for a few beats, only the sound of their boots against the earth echoing through the path. Eventually, Zyon broke it again. "How many days are left until we return? Or visit the Northern Continent?"
