The dining hall was filled with the soft clinking of utensils and warm morning chatter. Plates of food were spread across the long wooden table—fresh fruits, bread, meats, and warm tea. Luviyah sat to my right, composed as ever, though every now and then, I caught her glancing my way with the faintest smile.
I kept my focus on my plate, eating quietly. I was trying not to think too much about last night—but of course, it didn't take long for the teasing to start.
Frostfang leaned forward with a sly grin, resting her chin on her hand. "So," she said, dragging the word out, "you look well-rested, Craig. Very… rested."
Veydris chuckled, sipping from his cup. "Yeah. Something you want to share with the class?"
Even Ingi smirked a little, while Zarathorak raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
I coughed into my tea. "We just talked," I muttered, waving a hand dismissively. "Nothing happened."
