Drystan found the whole thing completely asinine.
Though there were few people he legitimately got along with (few mostly meaning one, mostly meaning Odette), Drystan thought himself affable enough amongst his fellow teammates--or could not bring himself to care deeply what they thought of him or how they acted towards him. He was a fair player on the field, and nothing too-stand-offish off of it. There might have been one or two incidences where a teammate had tried giving Drystan a hard time due to the silly infatuation the fellow's paramour had fallen under, but that was irrelevant.
The part he was finding it hardest reconcile with, however, was the fact that this time of team building also came with a diet. Which, if Drystan remembered clearly, was "to cleanse the body and mind" which would naturally need to team-building.
Why did everything trace back to that at this wretched place?
"You'll survive," he told her dryly, with a raised eyebrow, swigging the last of his water. "Think of what your fiancé and hippocampus would do if something were to happen to you."
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