Casually, Ruvian made his way back to his dormitory, the usual sounds of scholars chatting and walking slowly fading as the academy settled into the late hours of the night.
This evening had turned out far differently than he had expected.
He had spent some time with Calyra, answering some of her questions, giving her enough to understand while keeping the rest to himself.
And to add up to that, he had managed to borrow several books from the upper section with Calyra's help.
Of course, the librarian had agreed, and had them delivered to his room by the next morning, which spared him the trouble of carrying them himself and allowed him to leave without drawing attention.
But what lingered in his mind the most was what happened just before they parted ways.
Calyra had offered to teach him a few spells, and even decided to sponsor him to the upper section whenever he came to the library.
