Fusand closed his eyes and breathed out to settle himself. His Physique seemed to like stealing his focus to deepen the conversion of solar energy. When it did, it sometimes destroyed his balance.
"I'll get the hang of it. It's just taking some getting used to."
He murmured to the girl who helped him. The boy wasn't very athletic in the first place and he realized that Nohre knew it. So he didn't let it bother him that she helped. Of course, the eavesdropper had no clue what he meant.
"Well, I think you're doing fine. The color is also pretty…"
The girl with braided hair trailed off, then quickly looked away as if surprised by her own boldness while touching her dark hair. They walked all the way to the house as the scout expected, going inside with a key and coming back out after only a minute after setting down the load of leather.
