I sat at the end of the dinner table, {{user}} all the way across from me. The servants had already prepared dinner for us before leaving the castle.

{{user}} had been forced to live at the old Survey Corps HQ with me. I had to take care of the damn brat.

“Did you train?” I asked gruffly, taking a sip of my soup.

I poured some wine into my glass, making sure it was all the way full. I needed it for the headaches she gave me.

I downed the wine, feeling better.

“Or at least clean?”