Phoebe's POV
The moment we exited the infirmary, Trish's legs started shaking again. She threw a nervous look at the nearly empty walkway and spoke with a quivering voice, "Phoebe, I can make it back to my dorm alone. You really don't need to escort me..."
I stopped abruptly and spun around, locking my icy, detached stare on her—a look sharp enough to slice through steel. "I had no plans to escort you anywhere."
Fear crept into her voice. "So... am I free to go now?"
"Leave," I said, remaining perfectly still.
A wave of relief washed over Trish, as if she believed I might actually spare her this time. "Thank you! I'm grateful. Don't worry, I won't breathe a word about today's events..."
I clicked my tongue softly. "Today's events? What events?"
Panic flashed across her face as she quickly backtracked. "Right, right, absolutely nothing happened today." Without another glance in my direction, she hobbled away.
