Kael's POV
I started arriving earlier without deciding to announce it.
The training yard is mostly empty in that first stretch of morning, the air still cool enough that breath shows if you stand still too long. I take the far corner the way I always have, the one that lets me see the entrances and the open ground at the same time.
When Akira appears, sometimes only a few minutes after me, sometimes longer, I do not make a point of the timing. I simply stay.
The sessions run longer than they used to. I let them. When a correction needs more than words I step in and show the movement myself, once, cleanly, then step back and let him take it apart and put it back together in his own body.
He never comments on the change.
He just receives whatever I offer and applies it with that same quiet, focused intensity he brings to everything. No raised eyebrows. No questions about why I am suddenly spending the extra time.
