Betty's POV. 

Grandma rushed to me the moment she saw me sway. 

Her arms caught me before I hit the ground, and the scent of her familiar perfume wrapped around me like a blanket. 

My knees gave way, and I sank against her, every breath shallow and shaky, my skin cold despite the heat of the training field.

Her fingers pressed into my shoulders, slowly tracing circles that eased the tightness in my muscles. 

I didn’t realise how badly I was trembling until her hands were ...