Shunya blinked, looking between them. The air suddenly felt charged, though he could not place why. He quickly raised his hands. "Whoa, hold on. I just fought a cursed wolf, I am too tired for verbal sparring."
Jean smirked knowingly. "You three… well, at least you keep things lively."
By the time they left the office, the sun was already dipping low, painting the outpost in warm orange light. The merchants had gone their way, the guards were tending their wounds, and the streets were busy with evening trade.
Shunya stretched his arms high and let out a long sigh. "Mission complete. Wallet saved. Now… who is treating me to dinner?"
Vikoria tilted her head thoughtfully. "If you want, I can cook something simple at the inn."
"That sounds great," Shunya said quickly, almost too quickly.
Naomi's lips pressed together. "Do not forget, we still have reports to write tomorrow. And training."
Shunya groaned. "Why do you always ruin good moments?"
