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Atreus was alone today, as usual. He didn’t mind engaging with his comrades but the solitude suited him. As his eyes wandered further afield, he did think of his scarred mentor and figured they were due for an—what was the word they used?—excursion someday soon.

As much as he relished his independence, the moment he heard Amalia’s call, he hastened toward it. By the time he reached her, she was already deep in a discussion with Germanicus. He approached but did not speak until he was sure he would not be interrupting anyone.

Imperator, the young Signifer greeted his superior first before turning to his friend. Amalia, hey. It’s good to see you. What are you doing here?

Recalling their last rendezvous, he was tempted to move forward and brush his muzzle against her shoulder or something. He yearned for that casual, tactile intimacy. But his leader’s presence halted him and he remained cordial but aloof.