With Amir having finished weaving a bag for the lunar tears, Azalea decided to take a break, tagging out for a short while.
She walked over to Mikhail, who was busy training to pass the time. Currently, he was in the middle of doing a one-handed handstand push up, with his right arm folded behind his back.
With his heavy armor, on top of that.
Azalea watched silently for a time. The sight was, like most things when it came to Mikhail as of late, awe-inspiring. In her hands, she still held the lunar tear that she had most recently ripped from the ground.
But eventually, when Mikhail threw himself back up onto his feet, she approached him.
"Hey, Mikhail… You want to try alchemically enhanced jerky?"
Mikhail perked up as the unfocused glaze covering his eyes disappeared with a blink.
"Alchemically enhanced jerky?" he echoed with an incredulous expression.
