Victor slept downstairs, sprawled on the sofa like someone who had simply passed out. One arm hung off the edge, his breathing heavy, his body still reacting to the accumulated exertion of the last few days. Even still, small spasms were visible in his muscles, as if his body were still trying to keep up with a pace that had already ended.
In the next room, Serafall, Carmilla, and Scarlet were talking.
There was no open tension in the air, but it wasn't exactly relaxed either. It was the kind of conversation that happens when nobody is joking, even if there's no immediate urgency.
"I'll need to leave for a few days," Serafall said directly, without beating around the bush. "In the meantime, you two take care of his training."
Carmilla nodded without much thought.
"Okay," she replied simply. "That's not a problem."
But she didn't look away.
She spent a few seconds observing Serafall's face, as if trying to piece together something that didn't quite fit.
