Aria had just stepped into the room, her breathing uneven from the brisk pace. Rymora followed closely behind, slamming the door shut with a loud thud that echoed against the walls. Aria didn't hesitate. She turned, already unfastening her coat as she began to speak while peeling off her clothes with practiced speed.
"I know… I know… I should have left earlier!" she said breathlessly, her voice sharp with frustration but not directed at anyone in particular. The sense of urgency was clear—lunch had already started, and she didn't have time to waste.
Rymora didn't respond—not verbally. She moved quickly to the table, snatching up a fresh piece of paper, her hands trembling as if barely holding back the words trapped behind her silence. Her mouth opened and closed, her jaw tight, as though the effort to remain mute was physically painful. Still, she kept her composure and scribbled with swift, angry strokes before thrusting the note toward Aria.
