Kain woke up to the usual routine—stretching out the soreness from training, getting dressed, and making his way to breakfast. Thorne was already at their usual table, poking at his food with a distant look in his eyes.
"Morning," Kain greeted as he sat down, setting his tray down with a soft clatter.
Thorne blinked, seemingly pulled from his thoughts. "Morning."
Kain took a bite of his food, glancing at his friend. "You good? You seem off."
Thorne shook his head, offering a small smile. "Just thinking. Still feeling the effects of that ambush, I guess."
Kain nodded, understanding. The ambush had been rough on both of them, but he figured Thorne was just replaying the fight in his head, much like Kain did whenever he thought about how he could improve in battle.