The duo spent an hour fighting, and during that period Tristan did not turn wild, leaving him both glad and even more worried. He could not map out the probability of that incident, so he had to remain cautious.
Thankfully, Isril was there to take his mind off that subject. They parted ways right after that tiresome session. Tristan went to take a long bath, soaking himself long enough to drown out the murky feeling in his chest.
He did not know why, but after parting with his silver-haired friend, peace slowly left his chest, even if he could not explain why.
Making his way to the town, he got something to eat before returning with snacks for the night. Although he had trained with Isril, he still had sword practice which he had only missed a few times in the past weeks.
It remained his surefire way of getting rid of any annoying feelings. The only issue was that it caused his clothes usage to spike, leaving him with significant laundry.
