Unaware of the quiet meeting between the Samael siblings, Nero and Khione found their own sanctuary. The day had been a chain of pressures—confrontations, training, and the silent, heavy understanding of the threats circling them. Now, under the cloak of a late evening, they sought not to fight, but to be.
They met outside the academy's wellness annex, a place few cadets used their precious credits for. It was a luxury, an indulgence. And right now, it was a necessity. They had both showered in their own dorms, washing away the grime and sweat of the Verdant Gorge. He wore simple, loose grey sweatpants and a thin shirt. She was in similar soft, dark clothing, her hair damp and hanging straight down her back. No words were exchanged. A glance, a slight nod, and they walked inside.
