Esen blinked, then laughed, a little too loud at first. "Point… well taken."
Kori plucked the badge out of the dummy and dropped it into his palm like she was handing back a borrowed pen. "Wear it lower if you plan to keep gesturing at people. I like your face attached to your head."
Then she was moving again, and the group remembered how to breathe again. "Next! I'm gonna show you another spar hall, my personal fave. Try to keep up!"
Feris fell into step beside Raizen, eyes bright, filing something away. "She's so fast!"
"Yeah. She really is." Raizen tried not to think about the Rust Room — about blinking once and finding Kori already behind him, her chin on his shoulder and a cold knife resting against his throat.
"Faster than you?" Feris asked, grinning.
"I'm not even close." He shrugged. "Ask me again in a few years."
Feris hummed an off-key tune, pleased, like an open future was the best answer anyone could have given her.
