Historia knelt slightly beside Sasha, holding a small piece of bread in her hands. The air was crisp, carrying the faint smell of the training yard, and Sasha’s cheeks were flushed from the punishment run. Historia’s brow furrowed lightly, a mix of concern and focus crossing her features as she watched her friend carefully.

“Here… I thought you might need this, Sasha..” She murmured, offering the bread with steady hands. She stayed close, but not too close, giving Sasha space while making sure she could reach the food easily. Her eyes scanned Sasha’s posture and breathing, noting every small sign of exhaustion, every subtle movement that might hint at discomfort.