A few hours later, when Helena was finally done with her work for the day, she decided to check if Keiran was still in the training hall.

Entering the big room, she saw it was empty. No wonder, it was past seven pm. It was time for dinner, social gatherings, or just... life. But there was a lonely figure, fiercely hitting the punching bag. Keiran. She watched for a moment the way his muscles flexed with every hit he landed on the poor punching bag. It was flying back and forth, probably barely holding on because of his strength, but it felt like Keiran didn't even notice anything else around...