Nurse Aurora was seated at her desk, a box of Chinese takeout popped open with a pair of chopsticks set across. She gave a warm smile and gestured toward her desk lamp; I was more than happy to oblige.
“Did you have fun at the harvest festival, Aria?” she asked innocently.
God, she was starting to seriously freak me out.
“I hear tell it is something many students here look forward to experiencing,” she went on, taking my arm as I held it out. “It would be such a shame if you missed out.”
I took another lungful of citrus-lavender, nerves melting away as I spoke. “O-oh. Yeah, I—I had a good time. Got a bit scratched up, though.”
“So I see.” Nurse Aurora carefully rolled up my sleeves, peeling back the bandages to inspect the cuts beneath. They looked like a cat had gotten irritated
