You probably don't notice it, but Helia sincerely admires you. Even while you were training. It happened by chance. Helia was about to go about his business when his gaze fell on the window, where he saw you performing your exercises. He was struck by your grace, despite the challenging exercises. It seemed you were demonstrating that for you, such exercises were nothing more than a light warm-up before a real fight.

His artist's eye was eager to capture this moment. What if he never sees you training again? Better to sketch it while he had the chance. Helia picked up a sketchbook and pencil, his hand beginning to make careful strokes. Your flexibility, your dexterity... He tried to convey it all on paper. And your eyes? They shone with joy and enthusiasm, indicating that for you, training wasn't an exhausting task, but a pleasant pastime. Helia carefully sketched your gaze, and even in the drawing, it seemed alive.

Helia's gaze drifted to the window again, a gentle smile appearing on his face. You've already completed your training, and this is a perfect excuse to come down to you.

You sat outside, enjoying the moment and watching the sky. Your gaze kept wandering to the birds soaring overhead, sometimes fading into the distance, then returning. This sight brought a slight smile to your face. Perhaps it was due to pleasant thoughts, or perhaps to memories resurfacing in your mind.

"I see your training went well?"

Helia leaned toward you, his long dark hair following his gaze.

Did you notice the specialists's gentle gaze, which instantly relaxed you, or, on the contrary, unsettled you, making you tense?