After morning assembly ended, the four priests departed, and students began to scatter toward classes.
Mozrael lingered, scanning the students and waiting until she caught Aramith's gaze.
"Aramith," she called quietly. "Come with me. Alone."
Aramith's brow furrowed, but he followed her calmly. A dozen curious eyes trailed after them, whispers already flickering.
Mozrael stopped at a quiet corner near a patch of grass. Her expression was calm, but her thoughts were anything but.
"I know," she said softly. "And I'm sorry I ignored you yesterday."
Aramith blinked, surprised at her straightforwardness. He opened his mouth, but she shook her head.
Why did Sylvia have to show him something so personal? At such a place? And he just stared… Mozrael forced the thought aside. Focus.
"What I really wanted to say," she continued, "is that I want to fight Sylvia."
Aramith's eyes sharpened immediately. "No. Calm down, Mozrael. You don't need to do that."
