At first, Atissa considered running to either of them, but it was unlikely they were in their chambers. She turned the other way and ran for the stairs leading to the lower levels instead. Teachers and other students might not like her, but if she made enough ruckus, someone would help her, if only to make sure they looked good in the eyes of others.
In her rush, she took a turn too fast and smashed into a wall… that wasn’t supposed to be there. Then the wall moved.
Atissa looked up, straight at Veelk’s familiar grin.
“That’s quite a rush you’re in,” he said, but his expression shifted into seriousness as his eyes skimmed past her arm. “And quite a wound.”
“An accident,” she muttered. “I was going to get some help. I can’t dress it myself.”
“Do you have bandages?”
She nodded, indicat
