Chapitre 1215: 1215. Truce

"And how did you end up…like that?" Gil found Remey laying on the floor in the middle of the dining room as if she was completely dead. He noted the new accessories but didn't think anything of them. 

"Pfft, it's just meditation. It strengthens your mind. Obviously." She couldn't admit that she had lost her strength and was currently stuck until she was able to rest her muscles a little. "And why are you soaking wet and look like you have legs made of jelly?" 

It was a little too obvious that Gil was having trouble walking in a straight line. If Remey didn't know better she would say that Gil had somehow been drinking. However, she found it hysterical that he was completely soaked. 

"What do you mean? This is training. I'm still training." There was a long silence before the two finally got the courage up to admit that they had gone a little too far.