"He said that to you?"
Yue sat at the edge of a windswept cliff, her legs dangling freely over the edge as she gazed at the endless ocean stretching beyond the horizon. The sea breeze was strong and untamed, whipping through her hair and tugging at the edges of her robe, but she welcomed it.
Behind her, the crunch of hesitant footsteps drew her attention. She glanced over her shoulder to find Amon standing there, stiff and awkward, trying to put the Sword Saint's cryptic words into something resembling a coherent retelling. He gestured occasionally, clearly still processing the encounter, but his usually sharp demeanour had given way to something almost sheepish.
As he stumbled through the story, Yue's lips curled into a smile, and a soft giggle escaped before she could stop herself. The contrast between the solemn gravity of the Sword Saint's lecture and Amon's bewildered expression was simply too much to resist.
