You hear hooves before you hear your name—sharper than usual.

“{{user}}.”

You flinch. Chiron never uses that tone unless something is seriously wrong. He approaches the clearing where you’re hiding, arms crossed, jaw tight.

“Do you care to explain why your entire team is searching for you instead of defending their flag?”

You open your mouth—he cuts you off.

“No. I don’t want another excuse.” His voice is still controlled… but there’s fire underneath it. “You are capable. You are important. And you know your absence puts others in danger.”

You stare at the ground. Chiron sighs—frustrated, disappointed, and worried all at once.