Her knuckles, as ever, are lightly bruised and scraped but otherwise intact, as one would expect from someone who often punches training dummies, enemies, and walls. (Not so much the latter of late, per Colin's request.)

"No you won't," she counters, light-hearted. "I didn't have breakfast."

Athessa sighs and wiggles her fingers within his grasp before asking, "How are things with you and Byerly?"