Accidental Kiss: Blame the wine?

Sylas

He watched as Ryn hit the stone marker again for the third time. This time, it was a direct hit, clean, focused, without his help. Sylas didn't praise him. He only watched, his arms crossed as he observed with his sharp eyes. 

"I did it!" Ryn shouted excitedly, turning to face him with a triumphant grin forming on his face.

And then just like that, his knees buckled, and the grin vanished as he started to fall.

"Idiot!" Sylas shouted and rushed forward, catching him just before he hit the ground.

The boy weighed barely anything. It had been a full week of relentless rune drills, meditation in the sun, and body-breaking exercises. Sylas had been certain that Ryn would give up by the second day, but he had shown up again on the third… and every day after that.