She sat down at the edge of his bed and roughly jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. “Just had to exhaust yourself, ay?” She asked, giving him a lopsided grin. “That’s just like you to practice so hard you literally collapse. You did that when we were twelve, too, you know. Right on the first day of training, you did it.”
He groaned, partially from the pain from her elbow ramming into his ribcage and partially from the memory she’d brought up. His face and ears turned a bright shade of red at the embarrassing moment. “Don’t even mention that day.”
Letting out a sharp laugh, she asked, “Are you kidding? I’m going to tease you about that day until one of us dies.”
“If you keep bringing it up, I might make sure that you do die,” he threatened, though the rare smile on his face said otherwise.
“Oh please,” she waved the threat away. “You couldn’t beat me in a combat duel even if you had the help of every God on this planet and you know it.”
She stared at him for a moment and her smile faded. In a quieter, more serious tone, she asked, “How’s your quest coming along?” Lucine was one of the few people mid-ranked soldiers that knew of the quest’s existence.
“Alright,” Sebastian said, having trouble trying to think correctly. The sound of his heart beating in his ears and the horrible headache he’d gained weren’t helping him any. “I’ve been watching her for a few days and Fynn’s been getting more information on her…”
The room began to spin again. Lucine frowned in concern, setting her hand on his arm for a moment to steady him as she said, “I’ll be leaving now. You look like you need to rest.”