After yet another failed spell, Adrien set down his staff in customary disappointment. Standing by the wall of the practice tower, Val had been leafing through the leatherbound notebook in which he often took notes, his gaze flickering from one page to the other and then becoming lost into something that Adrien could not see. Adrien let him do his thing, taking that opportunity to fix his hair and drink some water himself; but, even when he was ready to try again, Val had not yet lifted his head from his notebook. Adrien approached him and cautiously stood beside him for a while before Val finally turned to him.

"Oh -- sorry", was Val's hurried reply. "Is something the matter?".