I pushed open the door to my room and stepped inside.
Everything was exactly as I'd left it, bed made. The window overlooked the training yard, where I could already hear the faint sounds of servants beginning their morning routines.
I dropped my bag on the bed and sat down beside it, the mattress dipping under my weight. Then I just... laid back, staring up at the ceiling.
A long breath escaped me.
Now I just want to take a nap.
My body ached, not badly, just the dull, persistent soreness that came from fighting, traveling, and not sleeping properly for too long.
The cuts from the bandit encounter had already started healing, barely more than thin lines now, but they still stung when I moved wrong.
My mind drifted back to the encounter in the corridor.
Cassandra had just... greeted me. That was it.
A few words, that sharp look, and then she'd turned and walked away without another word, her practice sword still in hand, heading back toward wherever she'd come from.
