Szarina, sensing the tension, excused herself and left. Celes watched her go, the sight of her retreating figure a bittersweet reminder of what had been lost. Andros tried to draw her into conversation, but Celes’s responses were curt and detached. She could see the frustration building in him, but she no longer had the energy to care.
Over the next few days, Celes focused on her training with Larkin. The work was demanding, but it provided her with a much-needed escape from the turmoil at home. Larkin's strict and no-nonsense approach kept her grounded, and she found solace in the routine of their work.
One evening, as they were wrapping up a particularly intense session, Larkin paused and looked at her intently.
"You've improved a lot, Celestine," he said, his tone unusually gentle. "Father made the right choice in choosing you as his apprentice."
Celes felt a warmth spread through her at his words.
"Thank you, Larkin," she replied, her voice soft. "I’m grateful for the opportunity."
Larkin nodded, his expression serious. "I know things are difficult, regardless if it's home or work. If you ever need anything, or if you just need to talk, I’m here."