Heavy doors sealed shut behind Elua as she emerged from another afternoon lecture session. Inside, Zyris continued her meditative exercises, no longer requiring constant supervision to prevent panic attacks. The older woman's progress remained expectedly slow - but the stark terror had faded into more manageable wariness… after enough talk from an ancient teacher.
One who cared for her newest 'disciple' *only* somewhere between Madrigil - a 3 out of 100 on 'other noisy spirits vs my beloved's clear tone' - and Sevra… who might score a 15 on a good day. With Onya scoring an incredible 60 and her parents averaging something like a 35… it was rather clear that her priority scale for caring deeply over anything about most people was *incredibly* tilted.
"Master!"
