Two weeks had passed since the incident in the monolith.
Cecilia had been discharged from the infirmary the day after their talk, though she'd left behind strict instructions for Noah to rest.
He'd followed those orders, mostly because he hadn't been able to move without pain for nearly a week.
But now, after long days of recovery, he was finally well enough to walk without his body feeling like it was made of shattered glass.
He'd been discharged from the infirmary three days ago, and returning to his dorm room had felt strangely comforting.
The familiar white walls and standard furniture had been the closest thing to normalcy he'd had in what felt like months.
For the first time in a long while, there were no battles for him to fight and no immediate threats. All he had to do was just rest.
But that would be coming to an end today.
Now, he sat in the cafeteria, a tray of food in front of him. The hall was mostly empty, the remaining students scattered across tables.
