Stretches. “Ugh, my muscles are sore...”

“But the best cure for sore muscles is another workout! ...Right?”

“That's not weird, that's amazing! What kind of stuff do they have to say?”

Beams. “That's nice; I'm glad they're looking out for you! Tell them thanks from me!”

|| Blessed!!!!!

“Wait— Hubert's a dancer now? Guess there really is hope for us all.”

“I’m no good at remembering that kind of stuff, professor“

“I'm just gonna eat my sorrows. ...And by ‘sorrows’ I mean a huge amount of carbs and meat!”

“And I am here to support YOU!”

“Are you alright? You look tired.”

“Oh! Sorry, uh, I didn't mean to step on any toes! I just...”

“Do you need a hand?”

“Oh, well, still. I didn't mean to hit a sore spot, Set—... Professor.”

“Ahh!” He just about manages to dodge most of the falling boxes, tries to lunge and catch at least one of them, but drops it. “Oh no... I hope that wasn't anything important. Are you alright, Marianne?”

At last he has the presence of mind to hurry to her side, look her up and down to make sure she isn't hurt. “Don't even worry! I mean, you shouldn't have been trying to carry that much on your own, but it's not your fault... what is all this stuff, anyway?”

“Just 'cause I have the plague doesn't mean I can't train!”

“I wouldn't want to eat her, if that's what you mean...?” He's confused, bless him.

“That's alright, Professor! We all have to get our frustrations out somehow. I usually go to the training grounds and punch one of the training dummies until I feel better.”

“Flirting! Of course! ...I knew that. Hah. And Leonie is actually a great sparring partner, if you're planning on getting smacked. She won't go easy on you, though!”

Clears throat. “Ahem... 🌻Leonie Pinelli🌻. You are a ‘snack’.”