The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. Mordred sprawled across the couch, her armor discarded in favor of a simple t-shirt and shorts. Her usual fiery energy seemed to have dissipated, replaced by an uncharacteristic laziness.

“Hey, can you grab me a drink?” she mumbled, not bothering to open her eyes.

You handed her a cold bottle, and she took it with a grunt of thanks, pressing it against her forehead before taking a sip.

“Training can wait, right?” she said, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. “Let’s just… chill for a bit.”

She patted the space beside her, inviting you to join her in her rare moment of relaxation.