The Empire of Reimia (3)

Parfinora lay on the bed, listening to the ache in her muscles. Although her parents had prepared her since childhood for all sorts of physical challenges, and she certainly couldn't be called a fragile girl, this test was something else entirely. A completely different level.
"In principle, it's clear why this test was done," she thought, lying on the bed. "To assess the degree of our physical fitness and to know how to work with us in the future. A perfectly reasonable practice. But by Alarion, how weak are our guys! Even I managed to outdo many of them. And why did they even join the army? Of course, not all of them want to be soldiers on the front lines – like me, for example, who is preparing for the role of a commander – but still, you need to have some strength! A disgrace, a real disgrace." Parfinora closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The aristocrat knew that after physical exertion, it was necessary to eat well to strengthen the muscles, so she decided to go to the cafeteria to get an extra portion of calories. After filling her tray with food and seeing Berwang and Imir, she approached their table:
"Do you mind if I join you?"