The echo of rolling suitcases filled the terminal as Julian stepped into the airport, his breath misting faintly in the chill of early morning. One hand gripped the handle of his luggage, the other tucked in his jacket pocket, phone buzzing quietly.
David walked beside him, yawning into his coffee. Crest followed a few steps behind, her expression unreadable, scanning every corner with that same sharp calm she always carried.
Julian glanced back. "You're coming with me, Crest?"
Before she could speak, David answered, "Yeah, we need her. You're still underage, remember? Someone's gotta be your official representative. Legal guardian, translator, all that fun stuff."
Crest simply nodded. "I'll be brief. Once the signing's complete and your place is properly arranged, I'll return."
Julian gave a slow nod, but before he could respond, Crest added, "I'll stay long enough to watch your match."
That drew a small smile from him. "Okay."
