The door opened a moment later, and Seraphina Brooks stood there, her posture as rigid as ever in her Academy instructor's uniform. Her expression softened almost imperceptibly when she saw who it was.
"Eclipse," she said, her voice maintaining its usual authoritative tone, though lacking the edge she typically used with other first-years. "What brings you to my quarters after curfew? Shouldn't you be resting before your matches?"
"Permission to speak with you, ma'am," Noah said, standing straight but not at full attention—she'd never required that from him during their private conversations.
She studied him for a brief moment, then stepped aside. "Come in. Five minutes."
