After their sparring match, the atmosphere grew quiet. The sun climbed higher in the sky, shortening the shadows of the trees at the edge of the field. The wind was no longer as cold as it had been that morning, but still cool enough to soothe sweat-covered skin.
Sofia took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a small towel she brought herself. Sylvia stood silently beside her, as usual not sweating in the slightest. Her expression remained calm, eyes fixed on Sofia's movements quietly admiring her.
"If I didn't know you were undead, I'd definitely be jealous," Sofia murmured with a smile, acknowledging the stark difference between them.
"You're still beautiful when you sweat," Sylvia replied flatly.
Sofia pinched Sylvia lightly on the waist. "Stop teasing me."
Sylvia shrugged. "I'm just stating a fact."
