The training session ended as the sun began its descent. Casting a warm golden hue across the sky.
Long shadows stretched over the worn training field. And the air was filled with the fading clang of weapons being sheathed.
Followed by the quiet shuffle of tired boots on hardened ground.
Kyle rolled his shoulders and wiped a streak of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
His muscles ached. But it was a good kind of ache. The kind that came from improvement.
As the others started gathering their gear. Kyle spoke up. "I'm cooking tonight."
Cassian turned, blinking. "Wait. You? Cooking?"
"Yeah," Kyle said, smirking a little.
"We have been eating the same tasteless porridge and dried scraps for weeks. I figured we could all use a break."
Serena looked mildly curious. "You can cook?"
"Better than whoever thought that porridge was acceptable food," Kyle replied.
