Before my morning training session, I decided to check in on Magnus. I wanted to see how he was recovering after everything, especially since Doctor Alexander had warned that his healing was slow.
When I entered his room, though, I was surprised to find the bed empty and neatly made. A pang of worry tightened in my chest.
"Where the hell could he be?" I muttered to myself.
My eyes darted around the room, but there was no sign of him. Frowning, I hurried outside, pushing myself forward.
It was still dark, the sun barely a hint on the horizon, but as I neared the training grounds, I spotted a familiar figure.
There he was, Magnus, doing push-ups against the thick trunk of a tree, his bare arms flexing with every movement. The muscles in his back strained under the bandages.
"Magnus!" I called out. "What the?"
I approached him curiously. "What are you doing out here? You're not supposed to be pushing yourself like this!"
