There weren't a lot of people along the way, so Yulia smoked as they walked toward the dorms. She wondered if they should even keep staying there. They were of age and did not require studies at Balamb, so getting a place each at the residential area seemed more appropriate for them. She should probably bring that up the next time the rest of the Blade gathered.

The two of them walked in silence. Yulia didn't have anything to say. Small talk wasn't her forte-- socializing wasn't her forte. Her language was more fighting, dancing with blades and blood, and she was sure Taning wasn't the same. He was more... restrained (between the two of them, he definitely was).

Still, she doesn't find the silence uncomfortable. That counted as progress, right?