Gray opened his eyes.
The ceiling of the eastern residential block looked back at him, unfamiliar enough that he spent half a second reorienting before everything from the previous day filed itself back into order.
"Right..."
He sat up and instantly felt a faint ache in his shoulder, causing his face to contort in discomfort, but he ignored it again.
The common space was already occupied when he came out of his room, which was the first unusual thing.
The second unusual thing was the smell, something warm and cooked drifting from the small preparation area adjacent to the common space, which had contained nothing of culinary interest the previous night.
Elaríen stood at the preparation table with her back to him, her long dark hair tied back, moving through the motions of plating food.
She had apparently found clothes from the faculty stores. Simple, well-fitted, considerably better maintained than what she had been wearing when he found her.
