"Tomorrow is possibly your assessment. Not the best time for you to be awake."
Adrian muttered as he approached Elana, his arms crossed.
Around them lay several training dolls—shattered, their frames warped by blunt force. It was obvious she hadn't used armament; she had trained with her bare limbs instead. That much was understandable. Tomorrow was a combat test.
Elana smiled sheepishly. "You know how it is," she said softly. "When I can't keep my mind focused, I train."
No one but Adrian knew that habit. There were things even her parents and her closest friend didn't know—things she never shared. But Adrian did.
She trusted him enough to believe he would never judge her.
"Why can't you focus?" he asked, brows lifting slightly. "Nervous about tomorrow?"
His gaze dropped to her left hand. The knuckles were split, blood still fresh. With a quiet sigh, he retrieved a healing balm from his Inventory and motioned toward the stands.
"Come. Sit."
