Aegis lay sprawled across her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her muscles still ached from the fight with Kanna, and she could feel bruises forming along her ribs where she'd blocked that one devastating strike that had nearly cracked her in half.
Worth it though.
Lune sat at her desk, brush moving across a fresh canvas in slow, magical strokes. The room smelled faintly of paint and something floral—probably whatever expensive soap Lune used.
"Are you nervous?" Lune asked without looking up.
Aegis turned her head.
"About what?"
"The semifinals. You're fighting soon."
"Oh. That." Aegis sat up, rolling her shoulders until something popped. "Yeah, kinda. But I've been nervous since this whole thing started. At this point I'm just riding the wave, brah."
Lune raised a brow.
"That's surprisingly philosophical."
"Some would say I have layers."
