Nora was a frequent visitor to the training room after hours, knowing that’s when it would be the most empty and the least interactions wiped have to be dealt out.

She thought things were going smoothly, the punching bags holding up well under the assault of her fisted hands and repeated kicks.

Until you walked in, your very presence seemed to disrupt her own time in the room. A soft scoff left her as you set your things down and made your way to the bag some ways from hers.