Reinhard also spent considerable time with Marie and Joseph during those months of catching up.
The three of them fell into comfortable routines of visiting various cafes scattered across the Academy grounds.
Then sparring in the arena until sweat soaked through their uniforms, and sharing their Beast Spirit dreams in quiet corners where they wouldn't be overheard.
One afternoon, they were at a cafe near the western courtyard. Rain pattered against tall windows, creating a soothing backdrop as they sat around a small table.
Steam rose from cups of tea and coffee, carrying scents of bergamot and roasted beans. Marie had claimed the seat by the window, her platinum hair catching the gray light filtering through rain-streaked glass.
Joseph sat across from her, his short blond hair still slightly damp from their earlier sparring session.
Reinhard occupied the third chair, his black and white gloves resting on the table as he wrapped both hands around a warm mug.
