As the days unfolded, Celes found herself increasingly absorbed by her new role as Old Sage’s apprentice. The knowledge she was gaining from the esteemed healer filled her with a sense of purpose she had not felt in years. Each day brought new lessons and insights, and the work rekindled a spark within her that had long been extinguished by the weariness of her troubled marriage.
Yet, the satisfaction she found in her new position was marred by the growing tension between her and Andros. He had begun to show an overt disdain for her apprenticeship, a resentment that simmered beneath the surface. His discontent was palpable, though he masked it with a veneer of indifference.
One afternoon, as Celes was studying in the healer’s quarters, she received a mindlink from Andros. He mentioned that he would pick her up later and that they would go somewhere. When she asked where he was now, he replied that he was still at the Consul's meeting and that the investigation regarding Faelan was still ongoing. Celes, feeling indifferent, simply said okay and cut the link.
Later, Ales called her to say hello, her voice cheerful as always.