My sparring session with Leo had gone exceptionally well today. The kid was a natural, picking up techniques faster than most adults I'd trained with. We were cooling down on the training mats in the garden when I noticed his attention drifting.
"Good job today," I said, tousling his sweaty hair. "Your blocking has improved a lot."
Leo beamed at me, his chest puffing with pride. "Uncle Tristan says I'm better than he was at my age."
I smiled, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the mention of Tristan. "He might be right about that."
As we gathered our training gear, I caught sight of someone watching us from the terrace. Camille stood there, arms wrapped around herself, looking uncertain. When she noticed me looking, she gave a small wave and began walking toward us.
"Your sister's coming," I told Leo, who immediately rolled his eyes.
"She probably wants to tell me to take a shower," he grumbled.