Liria found Enara lounging against the Academy's grand staircase, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised in clear irritation. Ananara hovered beside her, looking bored as ever, though his spiky pineapple form somehow managed to radiate condescension.
"You're late," Enara said sharply, her midnight eyes narrowing. "What happened? Did Seraphis turn you into a pile of ash?"
Liria shrugged, plastering on a nonchalant grin. "Nope. Apologies were made. Bridges were—well, not built, but maybe patched with duct tape. It's fine."
"She didn't make you her apprentice, did she?" Enara asked suspiciously.
"Not a chance," Liria said, shuddering. "I'd rather be eaten by a Hellbeast."
Ananara snorted. "Frankly, that would have been a more dignified outcome."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mr. Talking Fruit." Liria shot him a glare, which he ignored entirely.
