The third day of joint training dawned, and our group returned to the familiar training spot.
As we strolled, Titania turned to me, fists clenched. "I'm going to ask her to spar with me," she declared, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "But... I'm really on edge, Leon. I don't think I can..."
"Come on, don't bail on me now. I promise she'll agree if you ask," I reassured her.
"Really?" she questioned, still visibly anxious.
I gave her head an encouraging pat, ruffling her hair gently. "Yes, really."
As I did that, a symphony of disapproving clicks of tongues echoed around us.
"Flirting when we're supposed to be training, how shameless."
"What does she even see in him?"
"Well, I can't deny he's attractive... but he's skillless."
"He must have pulled some tricks for her to accept being in a relationship with him."
