The next week had been a good one. Azaria noticed, somewhere around the days after she had spoken to Theon, the absence of the hairs on her neck rising or the gut and unmistakable feeling that she was being observed. The feeling was gone. No glances she had to talk herself out of, no prickling at the back of her neck when she walked down the hallway, and there was no second-guessing herself in the cafeteria. She didn't know if it was the conversation with Theon or simply the passage of time, but either way she was grateful for it.
