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"Yes."

"Why?"

"You have a physical recovery assessment tomorrow."

"I know."

"So."

I stare. "So?"

"So we train."

"You could have asked."

"You would've said yes."

"That's not the point."

"What is the point?"

I open my mouth. Close it. Annoying man. "You always do this."

"Do what."

"Decide something makes sense and then act like everyone else should've already reached the same conclusion."

"Usually they should."

I laugh once. "Unbelievable."

He stands. "Field three."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"I just ate."

"Good."

"You planned that too?"

"No." A pause. "Caelen did."

I narrow my eyes. "You're both becoming intolerable."

"So I've heard."

Field Three is smaller than the main training grounds. Private. Protected by high stone walls. No students watching. No professors. Just mats. Practice blades. One observation platform. Rhyven closes the gate behind us.

"What exactly are we doing?" I ask.

"Recovery."

"I know that."

"Then why ask."