The infirmary was quiet, save for the soft flicker of enchanted lanterns casting a warm glow across the room.
Asher and Liam lay unconscious on their respective beds, their bodies showing the wear and tear from their intense sparring with Galen.
Dylan leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, while Ariana sat nearby, her legs elegantly crossed, glancing between the two boys.
The sun had long disappeared below the horizon, and the night air outside brought a calm chill to the quarters.
"They really got wrecked by those last two kicks from Galen," Dylan remarked with a mischievous smirk, his eyes glinting in the light. "It's almost impressive, in a way."
Ariana chuckled softly, brushing a strand of auburn hair from her face. "Yeah, I'm honestly surprised it's just a few broken ribs. Knowing Galen, I expected worse."
Dylan tilted his head, mockingly contemplative. "They deserved it... hehe, for thinking they had a chance against."
