Room 415, Monday Morning

It had been an entirely normal week, and Cassandra was grateful for it; she had spent most of her time at the salle, ensuring that her form retained no elements of the restlessness of weeks past. Today she had earned some respite, she felt: so after a short morning training, she retreated back to her room.

She had not touched the small stack of books she'd picked up from the library weeks ago in some time. She was eager to know what happened next.

And so it was that she wound up sitting on her bed in the loose garments she normally wore beneath her armor, a thick book with a teenage girl's face on the cover in her lap. Cassandra was smiling to herself as she read, though she didn't realize it.

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