SERIS was seated at the table near the window, stacked with papers, ink, pencils, and pens. The last time she came here, the table was not placed yet. Someone must have purposely put the table near the window, but it was a good thing for her.
Then a towering shelf was arranged near the table, surrounding her like sentinels, filled with volumes on history, languages, and human sciences—things she barely understood but wanted to learn. Sometimes Cassian will teach her. And then, Isla or Cassara on the next day, and she really learned a lot.
Since she sparred with Cassian, her afternoons were usually spent in training—sweat and bruises. But since she has a healing ability, her bruises will heal instantly.
But today, she didn’t want to spar with the warriors or Cassian.
So, she hid.
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