"Isabela, you have a spare." Haru repeated with his eyes closed, a monk's voice at peace with the universe.
"Buy your own." Isabela stood up, grabbing Lilithine by the arm. "I don't believe in this nonsense."
"But wait," Lilithine resisted slightly. "Haru won't have mana if we don't..."
Haru opened one eye, calculated the distance, and shot his hand out, grabbing Isabela's foot.
"Punish me, my lady, but let her give it to me."
"I can—" Lilithine was already trying to pull away.
"YES!" Haru shouted.
"NO!" Isabela stepped on his face, precise,
and without remorse. "You opportunistic bastard."
"Isabela, he needs us..."
"No. He'll manage."
Lilithine looked at Haru on the ground.
Haru looked at Lilithine with the expression of a castaway watching a ship pass by.
Lilithine went with Isabela.
Night fell slowly over the Sacred Wing courtyard.
Haru stayed there for a reasonably long time, watching the sky darken.
"Alright."
