When they arrived at the training field, both Elara and Serena looked around, visibly confused. This did not feel like the next logical stop on the political mystery tour.
Gavriel, ever the tactful one, broke the silence without a hint of sugar.
"You were both awful. Serena, you let yourself get stabbed by a girl who was fighting herself the entire time. And Elara? I held you off with one hand. Your execution was embarrassingly sloppy."
"Noted. Thank you for the feedback," Elara replied, her tone dry enough to parch the grass.
"If you three have duties, we can train and meet you," Serena offered. She wanted time alone with Elara anyway.
Dex, who had been holding a question all day like it physically pained him, finally asked, "The bow and quiver earlier… do you actually know how to shoot?"
"Yes."
Elara snorted so hard it echoed off the training posts.
Serena shot her a look that could have drawn blood.
