After that class, there were more study hours. Vekaya directed me to the library. The shamasson stare had worn off, but I still felt that I wasn’t master of my own footsteps. Though my rage had somewhat subsided, and Vekaya had convinced me that if I did go off angrily, I’d have tea in my system before I understood what was happening, I still wanted to look for Caedrus. And, I was furious with myself for having been separated from him. What if what had happened in South Hall spread here? It was surely possible. Especially, because I didn’t know what had even happened.