"I am to blame for the attack, I am so sorry about this! I promise security actions will be taken!"
Drifting in and out of consciousness, Ashrosaliera saw a glimpse of who seemed to be Alasta, the elf principal of the Royal Magic Academy, kneeling with her head on the floor next to Ash's bed. The other person who helped her get back up to her feet was David.
Ash stayed awake, hearing murmurs with her mind spinning, yet could not bring herself to stay awake; she rolled over the side, tossing and turning with a heavy weight pressed against her neck.
When she finally opened her eyes, the bright sun was casting high over her curtains and onto the two walls she was placed against. It seemed like she had gotten the corner bed again.
"The infirmary… How did I…" She whispered. "...What happened?"
"Good afternoon, my favorite patient this year."
