"We have the whole term to work on this," Zaeryn said, without turning around to face her, "We can pick this up again tomorrow. So I'm done for today."
He started leaving before she could respond. "Tomorrow,"
Leia watched him for a second. "You are not going to make this a habit," she said, just as he was crossing the threshold. It was not a question.
He did not answer her. He simply kept walking, and the door hissed shut behind him.
He let out a slow breath once he was outside, ran a hand through his hair to put it back in some kind of order. "I need a haircut ," he murmured to himself, and made his way down the corridor toward the stairs.
The lounge on the lower floor was quiet. The afternoon light through the windows had shifted, gone gold and slanted across the rug. He reached the bottom of the stairs and the voices became distinct.
Hela was standing near the window speaking to someone who was not yet in Zaeryn's view.
