The Warmth of Home (3)

"How did it go?" Aoife asked as we sat outside the only café in the area. 

"Exhausting," I said, then took a sip out of my drink. "But well, I think." Seeing her smile, I couldn't help but smile as well. 

"I should get going, I have a match in less than an hour." She said as she pushed herself up. She hesitated for a moment. "Hey… do want to come watch?" She asked after a moment. 

"Sure, I'd love that." I said as I forced a smile. 

"Great!" She clapped her hands. "I'll go and get ready!" She dashed away. 

I sighed after a moment. It wasn't that I didn't want to watch her, of course I did. But right now, all this would do was remind me of how I was incapable of taking my sword in hand right now, of how weak I still was.

I didn't linger here for long. Since Aoife's match was in less than an hour, it would be best to wait in the hall, not here.