Zephan;
By the time the sun begins shifting lower across the sky, even I am tired.
It's afternoon, and we've barely eaten proper meals or taken rests.
The maids brought food, but he was so eager not to waste anytime he barely ate. I had to force him to eat something, and I'm sure he's burned through all that by now.
Still… he doesn't relent.
Any longer, and I'd have to order him to stop for the day. We've spent hours out here.
Elián stands opposite me, panting as he awaits my next order.
Sweat has dampened his hair, his breathing is uneven, and his hands are trembling slightly from overuse.
"Again." He breathes, and I raise an eyebrow.
"Elián."
"Again." He cuts me off, and I scoff at the stubborn little viper.
"You can barely stand," I note, and he waved a hand dismissively.
"Again. Just show me one more time." He replies, and I stare at him.
At his stubborn, exhausted, and determined face.
Then I sigh.
"Fine."
I raise my blade and eye him.
"One last time."
