Arthur muttered under his breath, "Good… keep that pace."
Mel's ears twitched slightly, but she didn't slow down.
Lyra folded her arms as she watched the cub move through the course again. "…Yeah. That's not normal."
She stepped closer to Arthur. "We'll increase the difficulty."
Arthur kept his eyes on Mel for another second before replying. "I figured."
"I prepared something."
That finally made him glance at her. "…Already?"
Lyra nodded once. "Minor weight rings."
Arthur raised a brow. "For her?"
"Yes."
He looked back toward Mel, watching the way she moved between the platforms. "…That'll slow her down."
"That's the point."
A faint smile pulled at Arthur's lips. "Fair enough."
"We'll adjust the weight based on her time," Lyra continued. "As she improves, it gets heavier."
Arthur nodded slowly. "Simple system."
"Clear progress," Lyra added.
"Yeah," Arthur replied. "I like that."
Lyra gestured toward the course. "Call her back."
Arthur didn't move.
