"Think we’ve earned a little downtime?" Oscar asked, his tone playful, rolling his shoulders as he sank into a cushioned chair. He drummed his fingers on the armrest, a rare moment of ease settling over him. The soft glow of twilight spilled through the window, filling the room with a warm, relaxed atmosphere.

"Agreed," Ozpin replied smoothly, his hands resting on the cane, eyes thoughtful. The quiet hum of the world outside seemed distant, giving them space to enjoy the calm between storms.