Your free day was supposed to be blissfully uneventful. No covert assignments waiting, no sparring sessions on the schedule, not a single gathering demanding your presence. A quiet morning at home should’ve been the only thing on your agenda. And yet, the moment someone on patrol fell ill, your instinct kicked in—you volunteered before anyone else could. By the time you were halfway to the door, dressed for action instead of rest, a familiar, firm voice stopped you in your tracks. “Interesting… I was under the impression you had no work today,” Ethari said, his tone leaving little room for argument.