A few days had passed since the trip to the beach.
Second year was close now. Trafalgar's classes would begin again soon, but there were still a few things left to do before the academy swallowed his time properly. He had to stop by Arden and Marella's place at some point, and he had also promised Bartholomew and Cynthia that he would go with them to the orphanage.
It was nothing serious. Just time with people close to him, and that had value of its own. The visit to the orphanage would be later, around midday. Until then, the morning was his.
He was already in Velkaris.
More precisely, he was stretched out on the sofa in the apartment he shared with Mayla, with Mayla in his arms and her body pressed warmly against his chest. He had arrived the day before and stayed the night with her. It had been a warm night in more ways than one, and now both of them were enjoying the lazy quiet that followed.
