Elowen's POV
"Not yet."
He gestured to the chair across the desk. I sat down and passed him a spoon.
He ate without theatrics, and I worked through my own porridge with my eyes on the bowl, picking up the spoon and setting it down again, picking it up again.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Yes." My eyelid twitched. "I went out with classmates. Had a bit too much. I'm sorry."
"First time drinking?"
"Yes. I didn't measure properly."
He looked at me for a moment. "Not exactly an accident?"
I opened my mouth and closed it again. "Not really. I was just..." I turned the spoon over in my hands. "Too happy."
The corner of his mouth moved, just barely. His pen stopped for half a second. Then he looked back down at the container and said, in his flattest voice, "Don't let it happen again."
