Larissa adjusted the straps of her bag, something like her school backpack, for the third time… her hands trembling slightly from nerves about returning to the academy.
María rolled her eyes.
It wasn't as if she needed to carry more things by hand when she had carriages full of "indispensable" items that would be transported from the castle... But perhaps it was her way of coping, so she didn't insist on carrying it for her in the end.
Her enormous room had been converted into the recovery chamber for the four girls from their group of twelve who needed rest. It was filled with expectant silence, broken only by the occasional whispers of maids monitoring the two unconscious guards and the soft hum of energy emanating from the procedure they were performing.
