"Huh?"
Soren blinked.
The cold condensation from the juice can dripped onto his knuckles, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence stretching between them. For a split second, he genuinely wondered if sheer exhaustion was making him hallucinate, or if this was just some bizarre tactical play to catch him off guard before another round of sparring. The woman sitting across from him definitely wasn't the type for casual small talk.
'No. I'm overthinking it.'
He shook his head to clear the mental fog, swallowed the rest of his drink, and forced himself to find his voice.
"I.. I am not exactly sure. I might go for another raid or take a few more days to rest. But why are you asking, Sister Zoe?"
