Room 415, Monday Morning

[seeks_truth]

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

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille had also enjoyed a normal and quiet week. During her library shift she had taken the time to look for books that had been her favorites at home, thinking that perhaps Cassandra would find them interesting too. She knocked at Cassandra's door, a pile of books under her arm.

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra looked up, startled, her fingers gripping her book tight. "Yes?"

[crimson_sister]

Lucille entered the room, greeting Cassandra as she did so.

"Good morning. I hope you have had a pleasant week."

[seeks_truth]

Immediately, Cassandra's grip loosened. She beamed at Lucille. "It has been average," she said, "Considering recent foolishness, I believe that is good. How has yours been?"