Quintella picked herself up a moment later, panting, face flushed, and lips quivering. "Push-ups are harder than I thought..."
Her pink eyes welled up with tears, her pleading gaze making Adam sigh. He kneeled and raised her head. "Don't worry. You failed today, but tomorrow you'll make one."
"Really?" She lunged forward, trembling, and buried her face in his chest, the weight of the failure making her feel both powerless and ashamed.
It was Matthew who answered. "You'll have your own classes to attend. You don't have time to coach anyone, but fret not. Student Quintella will receive the best training from Grimhilde, our beloved instructor." He continued in a cheerful voice, smiling reassuringly. "I've seen her turn students weaker than you into proud mages. You really shouldn't worry and look forward to her lessons."
