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"Ouch! I swear—" I growled, pushing the prickly bunny away.
"It's okay, she didn't do it on purpose," Ryoko mused, sitting down on my bed to tickle Pickles' face. "You just like Ylva's bed, don't you? You little rascal."
I groaned, falling back on my pillow without spikes. "I'm serious, Ryoko. Something is going on and they're not telling us."
"I guess so? But does it matter. You didn't get in trouble."
"I did. I’ll be punished by my teachers at some point. Plus, all the other Valkyrie students hate me. Well, all but Aellyn, but she's just as disliked as I am."
The Dragon patted my knee. "It'll get better."
"I don't know... I feel like I'm just kind of locked in this room with you."
"And that's such a bad thing?" she teased, shooting me a playful smile.
"No, not really," I admi
