(At the Training Arena)
The afternoon sun beats down on the open sand. Out in the center, Mirael and Kael are fiercely practicing their Force control. I sit safely in the cool shade of the pavilion with Grandpa Eldric, watching them.
"So, what was it you wanted to talk about, Young Lady?" Grandpa asks, his deep voice rumbling calmly.
"Uh... before that," I start, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly. "I'm really sorry about this morning. I completely snapped at you, even though my fight with Lucian was absolutely not your fault."
Grandpa's weathered face softens into a warm smile. "It is alright, Young Lady. You can always complain to me. Think of me as your own family."
"Of course I do, Grandpa!" I grin brightly. "You are da real grandpa!"
He chuckles deeply, clearly having absolutely no idea what that Gen Z slang means, but appreciating the sentiment anyway.
"So," I lower my voice, shifting into business mode. "Did you catch those guys from the slums?"
