Lindarion followed Cassian through the Academy's courtyard, his pace steady but reluctant. The towering spires of the Academy cast long shadows in the late afternoon light, a stark contrast to the bustling city that lay just beyond the gates.
Cassian, walking ahead, radiated the kind of confidence only a man with absolutely no responsibilities could possess.
"You're unusually insistent about this," Lindarion remarked.
Cassian grinned, not even glancing back. "Because you never leave the Academy."
"I'm training."
"And yet you're still getting hit."
Lindarion sighed through his nose. "…Do you have another point?"
Cassian slung an arm around his shoulder like they were old war buddies. "You need to get out more. Clear your head. See the city. Maybe even enjoy yourself."
Lindarion frowned. "I don't—"
"You're coming." Cassian patted his shoulder before continuing forward, speaking like the matter had already been settled.
