By the time Eleanor and Arrichion entered the lobby, the receptionist had long since gone. A guard in a black uniform, seated by the door, immediately stood and saluted when he saw them.
"Instructor, I was tasked to accompany Cadet 659 to her dormitory… and to deliver this package." He held up a small box.
"Very well. Give her the package and return to your duties. I will accompany Cadet Eleanor myself," Arrichion said.
The guard handed the box to Eleanor and departed without another word. She placed it on a nearby chair and lifted the lid. Inside were a few neatly packed snacks and a folded note. She picked it up and read silently:
'Ma'am, we are returning to the dorm. It's almost curfew. I hope this food will be enough for the night. -Ophelia'
A faint warmth stirred in Eleanor's chest. Ophelia had been worried about her missing meals. She tucked the box into her robe and silently promised herself to thank her properly later.
