Selenne woke sometime around half past four.
Probably.
The room was dark enough that the distinction between late night and early morning felt largely academic, and she had little interest in reaching for the clock crystal merely to settle it. She had awakened before the alarm formation engraved beside her bed, which meant she possessed enough time. That was the only measurement that mattered.
For several breaths, she remained beneath the covers and listened.
The Academy sounded different at this hour.
