Trafalgar spotted Selara outside, perched on a stone bench beside one of Aurevane's narrower plazas.
The city hadn't slowed since morning. Carriages rolled across the main road in polished lines, students drifted past in groups with assignment papers clutched in hand, and vendors had already deduced that Academy visitors were hungry, distracted, and easy to overcharge. A lucrative combination, if you happened to sell food near the event district.
Trafalgar returned to her carrying two folded crepes wrapped in thin paper. Chocolate bled from one edge, sliced strawberries piled inside with the confidence of a merchant who understood temptation rather better than pricing. He extended one to Selara, and she accepted it without her usual commentary.
"Thank you."
That alone was worrying.
Trafalgar lowered himself onto the bench beside her, keeping enough distance for appearances while unwrapping his own crepe. "It's strange seeing you this unmotivated, Director."
