Cain watched as Louise's expression loosened and bloomed into a smile. He shrugged his shoulders, feeling a quiet happiness for her growth after the intense battle, not against her opponent, but with herself.
His gaze fell onto Louise's shoulder, then shifted to her side ribs to where she was attacked. But the visible breath of relief she exhaled put his mind at ease.
The boy glanced at the other side, where the foxy senior lay on the floor, alone. Compared to that, Louise's side was warm, filled with gentle laughter that soothed his ears.
He gritted his teeth, still wondering what the secret the foxy senior was holding was.
Because in the earlier spar, Cain's eyes never blinked and kept close attention toward the boy's gestures. But he found nothing suspicious, except that the boy was talkative even during the fight.
