The following morning, the sky remained clear. The snow on the streets was thinning significantly. Rianor pushed Elara's wheelchair toward the Alpha Building; today marked the beginning of their efforts to design the academy's curriculum.
Inside, Arvid was already perched at his desk. His face was still haggard, his eyes bloodshot and heavy. Rianor cast a brief, observant glance toward him.
"You still haven't recovered?" Rianor asked.
Arvid let out a long, weary sigh. "Rhea is demanding Gorgon Alpha meat again. Riven said it would take at least a week to procure it from the border. When Rhea heard that, she went into a sulk and hasn't spoken a single word to me all night."
Elara let out a soft giggle. "Poor thing."
"I don't need your pity; I need monster meat," Arvid replied flatly. "But forget it. Let's get to work."
