Kaija frowned, unsure what her cranky instructor wanted now. "Eh… didn't you just dismiss us?"
Antony's frown deepened. "That was for them, not for you."
"Eh… Then what am I supposed to do now?"
He dragged a hand down his face. "Considering your current state, I suppose it's better we work on your track until you can walk like a human again."
A lightbulb went ting above her head. "You mean… we're going to the Production building now?"
The stare Antony threw at her was the usual "I can't believe you just asked that" stare.
"Alright, alright," she lifted both hands, wobbling toward the door, "let's go then, my precious instructor."
As she took a few steps, Antony's footsteps closed in. One second she was still wobbling across the studio, the next, her feet weren't even on the floor anymore. Antony had scooped her up in one swift motion, bridal-style.
