We started the day with a strong cup of coffee, ready to come up with a plan to free Sim and the Elves. For the first time in a long while, my back didn’t ache from the hard labour and the uncomfortable bed in the barracks. Flavia had taken the bedroom but even the Headmistress’ sofa couch had more back support than my awful mattress at the base.
I folded the sheets and pushed the movable part of the couch back in, clicking the pieces back into place and erasing any evidence that someone slept on it.
I wasn’t sure why I was being so careful and worried. Flavia assured me that the Headmistress wouldn’t be upset with us staying here but it still felt like an invasion of her privacy. I wanted to leave the place like we hadn’t been here.
“Morning,” Flavia said as she came from the small kit
