[53 Days After the Migration]
Grasslands East of Altera.
"Are you alright?" The gentle Eagle handed a bottle of water to his companion, whom he was accompanying in training.
"Ah, thank you." Sheila smiled at him gently, blushing a bit, feeling both thankful and ashamed.
Sheila needed to be level 10 to even have a chance to become a healer, and when the soldiers arrived, she was only a pitiful level 5. Although she worked harder than others, her talent… was just not in the fighting area.
So… Althea asked for a favor with the barracks, especially assigning her to the guard team to level up. Since Eagle arrived a few days prior, Sheila had partnered up with him. They had been together every day.
Sheila shyly looked at the man who was barbecuing for her and felt incredibly guilty. She didn't want to be selfish. After all, Eagle was one of the stronger soldiers, training with her like this was such a waste of talent.
