As we ate, our conversation was light and easy. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of our usual lives, and I cherished every second of it. There was a comfort in the mundane.
Raven's eyes sparkled with a challenge as she finished her last bite of pancake. "It's been a while since we sparred," she said, a hint of mischief in her voice.
I raised an eyebrow. "Feeling competitive today, are we?"
She laughed, a rich sound that warmed me to my core. "Always. Let's see if you've gotten any rustier since last time."
We cleared the table quickly, anticipation thrumming through the air. It had indeed been too long since our last match. We both needed this—an outlet for our pent-up energy and emotions, a way to reconnect through the language of combat.