Noah sat on the edge of his bed in the infirmary, fastening the clasps on his academy jacket.
It was the next morning, and he was feeling better than ever.
The nurses had examined him one last time, declared him stable, and warned him against using magic for the next few days.
He'd agreed, though in truth, he knew he wouldn't keep that promise if something came up. Well, if it didn't break the promise he made to Professor Cecilia.
He stood, looking around the empty ward once more, before leaving.
The academy grounds were unusually quiet. Or as this was the holidays, usually quiet.
Noah made his way toward the cafeteria, subtly stretching as he walked. While he was okay now, his muscles still ached. Luckily, it was a good kind of ache.
The cafeteria was nearly empty as he entered. Only a few students sat scattered across the tables, whispering quietly over their meals.
Most of them seemed to still be shaken by the news of the dragon ravaging the capital.
