Claude's gaze lingered over Seth's lips, his expression stiffening slowly as he blinked a couple of times to make sure he was seeing right.
The head remained where the teacher had placed it, blood gathering beneath the neck while its half-open eyes faced the room.
Claude couldn't tell whether he had imagined the smile or whether the teacher's handling had shifted something beneath the skin of his head.
Still, he knew that he couldn't waste time thinking about such things.
'Go.'
He signalled towards the door, then pointed at himself.
Rena's expression tightened when she understood, her gaze moving between the two teachers before returning to him.
Claude repeated the instruction while checking that the wounded member could still walk.
'Get them out. I'll follow.'
The teachers hadn't moved since returning Seth's head to the podium. Both were close enough to reach the doorway before the others could get through, but their attention could still be drawn elsewhere.
