Theora grimaced as she approached her room, finding Lylesia outside with her arms crossed.
"Again?" she frowned.
"It's getting ridiculous," her friend sighed. "I wish they would just get it over and done with once and for all. I do not enjoy how tense our meals have been nor how awful the atmosphere in the room is."
"You're the one who told me to stay out of it," Theora shrugged.
"I know, and we can't have you arbitrate every fight, but it's been a week! I wish those two were a bit more mature..."
"What about Selv and Kleis?"
"Kleis isn't back yet, she's probably training somewhere or chatting with the other room. Selvie is inside, trying to... I'm not sure whatever she's doing now; I'm pretty sure she's given up."
"What is Kleis doing with the other room?" Theora tilted her head.
