The theoretical exams were over.
Outside Professor Rhaldrin's classroom, three people were waiting for the last two to come out. Zafira leaned against the wall with her usual calm, untouched by the atmosphere around her. Xavier looked relaxed as well, hands in his pockets, while Cynthia looked like the Academy had spent the entire day personally trying to ruin her life.
She had gone pale enough for Xavier to notice.
"Are you alright?" he asked. "You look pale. Did it go badly?"
Cynthia clicked her tongue. "No. Or yes. I don't know."
That alone was enough to amuse him.
"What does that even mean?" Xavier asked, already smiling.
Cynthia folded her arms tighter. "There was a question about the ruins of the Primordials. Something from when we went there." Her mouth tightened. "I didn't remember that part properly, so I wrote what I could and filled the rest."
Xavier laughed.
Cynthia turned toward him at once. "What are you laughing at?"
