The note arrived on the same pigeonhole system as the first one, same handwriting.
Senior forge anteroom. After last session. No stated reason, which meant the reason was one she didn't want written down.
Kang Min read it, folded it, and put it in his pocket. He had been expecting this conversation since the week after the dungeon practical. Siru had been watching longer than anyone in the cohort realized, and the specific things she had been watching had been accumulating into a picture that was going to require her to say something eventually.
The only question had been timing.
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The anteroom looked the same as it had the first time, the senior forge hall dark through the window, Siru standing at the glass with something in her hand. She had the same quality of having been there for a while without it appearing as waiting. The room was warm, the residual heat from the day's forge work still in the stone walls.
She didn't turn when he came in. "Close the door."
