I had assumed midday combat on the final day of classes would have a dramatically lower head count than I had come to expect.
I was incorrect.
The training hall is still busy, and a flicker of pride moves through me as I take in the room.
Combat has never been this popular before, but it has been getting busier over the last fortnight in particular.
I try not to dwell on why that might be.
Or who.
But the newer attendees are mostly human, and I know exactly what changed. They were granted a kind of social permission they had never expected to have.
My eyes find the reason for that the moment he walks through the doorway with Owen.
Landry.
Something tightens low in my stomach.
I have not seen him since the library yesterday, and I am still not entirely sure what to do with it.
It
