Xavier sat down on the edge of the mat after Viola disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing faintly through the apartment. He rubbed a hand over his face, his breathing still calm and steady, not even a hint of strain in his lungs or his muscles. He should've been drenched in exhaustion after that session. Viola had been relentless, her techniques sharp, her strength far above normal humans, and yet she had been the one gasping for air, while he stood like nothing touched him.
His fingers tightened on the towel draped around his neck. Was this… because of Zephyros' blood? The thought sent a ripple of unease through him. It lined up too neatly—the unnatural stamina and the lack of fatigue.
