Tiaral

In the marching camp, reveille was early, but for some, it was even harsher than for the others. Albert approached Tiril's tent and knocked his boot against the ground. "Wake up! Enough sleeping!" "Shhh..." "I said, wake up." "Albert... Albert, I was on patrol last night... Let me sleep." "Hmm, no. I was on patrol with you. And you fell asleep almost as easily on patrol as you do in your tent." "Well, Albert..." "Come on, there's no time for that. I also need to monitor your physical condition, so don't be lazy with me." Finally arriving in town, Tiril saw the others slowly taking out their fruit and ran up to Albert: "Can we have some now?!" "Well... Alright. Considering the time that has passed, our caution was probably unnecessary." "Yes!! More power!!" the young woman exclaimed happily and ran to eat her share. "Don't forget to save the pits!" Tiril ate the fruit, spat the pits into her hand, and, still drooling, put them into Albert's hand as he approached, then ran off. "Ugh... What are you doing...?" her mentor said with a disgusted expression. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief and also took a fruit. "It's okay, Tiril, I won't give up on you so easily," he said more quietly.