Nate gently consoled Chandria as he tended to her wound, wrapping a soft fabric around her arm where her own weapon had struck her. His touch was surprisingly tender, sending a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but appreciate his company. They sat on the ground in the bustling plaza, surrounded by other trainees who were busy with their own groups. Nate had brought her food once again, during their lunch break, making Chandria feel grateful for his kindness.
"It's only your second day, don't be too hard on yourself," Nate said soothingly, his voice like a balm to her wounded soul. Chandria had told him everything that happened that morning, and she couldn't help but still feel bitter about it.
"Easy for you to say. You're not an outcast here," Chandria replied, her tone melanc
