Opening the bathroom door, otis slung a towel over his shoulder.
"Whew, Serena's training was something else!"
Otis stood in front of the mirror, feeling the weight of accomplishment settle on his shoulders. The grueling training sessions had molded him into a sharper version of himself.
(Closing the door behind them, a content smile on her face.) You did really well today, Otis. Your swordsmanship has improved significantly.
As he turned on the shower, Otis couldn't help but smile at the playful banter they shared. Serena's encouraging words had made the training feel less like a chore and more like a journey they were embarking on together.
"Thanks to your patient teaching. I never thought I'd enjoy swinging a sword this much."
"Well, you have a natural talent. And a good teacher, of course."
"All credit to the instructor."
