Looking around, Clara found herself taking notice of the training ground's current state. Her altercation with Gilas had resulted in the ground having taken on a bit of damage, a few rocks and pillars sustaining a few gashes and notches in places that had no place to be there in the first place.
"It would seem that our spar had turned into something far more intense than the grounds had to offer," Gilas casually commented.
"So it would seem," Clara tersely replied. "I'll have much to do in terms of repairing."
Thankfully, they had trained at her house. She didn't mind any damages, but for the sake of appearances, she would still have to see to them regardless.
"There's no need," Gilas quickly waved his hand. "This was my doing, and I shall be the one to take responsibility."
"Absolutely not," Clara insisted. "This is my home, and I'm telling you that you don't need to pay me for anything."
