"You can go now," I gestured toward Rhea.
However, I noticed she hadn't moved from her seat. Her eyes remained fixed on me.
"Do you have anything to say?" I asked.
She hesitated, fingers twisting together. Then she took a breath and looked up at me again—really looked this time.
"…You're unfair," she mumbled softly, a nervous smile tugging at her lips.
I raised a brow. "What do you mean? I'm pretty sure I've been giving all of you equal attention during training."
Rhea shook her head. "That's not what I mean."
"Then, what do you mean?"
She took a breath and forced herself to speak.
"You're unfair—not because of the training, but because you lead us on and then stop short in the end," Rhea continued, her voice steady but tinged with frustration.
"I'm sure you know the kind of strange sensations your training puts us through. And… I'm a woman, so it was only natural for some of us to start thinking… well, about weird things."
