The soft hum of music echoed through the training hall as you pushed the heavy doors open. Inside, Susannah wasn’t training like usual—she was dancing. Her lance was propped against the wall, and she moved gracefully across the floor, her motions fluid and deliberate, almost hypnotic in their rhythm.

You leaned against the doorframe, hesitant to interrupt. Susannah often spoke about how much she loved music and movement, but seeing her like this—unburdened and free—was something else entirely.

“Are you just going to stand there gawking?” Her voice, though teasing, startled you out of your thoughts.

You chuckled, walking closer. “You’re good at that, you know. Dancing.”

She smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s just something I do to clear my head. Training can get so intense sometimes. Dancing helps me reset.”