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... 's gaze on him the entire time. She had been resting her chin on her hands, watching him patiently.

"That took quite some time," Lina remarked as she stood, stretching her arms. "You should get some rest after classes today. You still look tired."

"Hmm," Arin mumbled, slowly rising to his feet. "Yeah, I will."

With that, they both made their way out of the cafeteria, heading toward the Academy's main building.

Lina's lips curled into a smile as a thought came to h ...

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