[color=#b97703]“In any case, I’m glad you’re getting some of your memories back,”[/color] Cas said to Iris as they walked. Compared to how she had been in the capital, he felt like her condition was improving every day. He could still recall how anxious and unsettled she had been when he’d showed her around the city, neither of them knowing she wasn’t a high born in the first place. Back then, almost nothing had worked to jog her foggy memories. Here, though, she seemed to be returning to what he could only guess was her former self. Back in the part of the country where she had originally come from, there were plenty of things around to help her overcome her amnesia, and he was happy to see her remembering who she was before she’d hit her head in the woods.

When she joked about the walking being too much exercise for her, he laughed. [color=#b97703]“I’ll have to remember that,”[/color] he took note aloud. After reading all the time for the various lessons he took with his private tutors, sitting down with another book was the last thing he wanted to do at the end of the day, so he couldn’t relate to the appeal. However, he could accommodate her later on by making sure she had some time to herself to read if that was what she wanted to do.

At her question, he shrugged, [color=#b97703]“A little of everything. Before I graduated high school, I played a lot of sports. After that, I pretty much migrated to our home gym. I had a personal trainer for a while who came up with workout routines for me, but after a couple years, I got the hang of it and preferred to write them out by myself. I did some cardio just to stay in shape, but I mostly focused on weight training. It’s rewarding to increase the resistance on the machines or force yourself through a few extra reps and know you’re making progress.”[/color] He also felt like the workouts he did in the mornings helped him focus throughout the rest of the day. As long as he didn’t push himself so hard that he was exhausted, he was sharper during his lessons and felt less inclined to doze off.

Listening to Iris describe her favorite district, he felt like he remembered learning a little bit about Il Mheg at some point. He knew it was the sixth district and vaguely recalled something about the gardens. They were supposedly a tourist hotspot. If he’d had the chance, he would have liked to see what the district looked like for himself, but apparently that was no longer an option as she went on to imply that the place had been a casualty in the war. It seemed like the military was sparing no region in their battle against the rebellion, even if they were destroying precious landmarks in the process.

[color=#b97703]“That’s too bad,”[/color] he sighed. [color=#b97703]“Hopefully this war doesn’t drag out too much longer. It would be nice to see all the wounded districts get repaired after everything they’re endured.”[/color]