He looked down at his feet, frowning, his brows furrowing. "I'm... seriously not going to be able to put on shoes."
"No," he said flatly, pulling his bag over his shoulder. "You came here out of nowhere. I can't tie my shoes. I can't tie my shoes. I'm just gonna have to go barefoot."
"Of course I don't hate you," he said sharply, heading for the door. "But I don't much like being manipulated."
Tez was still at the center. She had hidden herself away and pulled her legs close to her, burying her face in her arms.
Rowan had woken up with a bad headache, a fresh cut across his cheek. He sat up slowly, his hand to his head as he grimaced, before he got off the bed in the infirmary and left the room.
He heard her cry and blinked uncertainly, turning the corner. When he saw her, he sighed tiredly before coming over to her and sitting next to her, their shoulders barely brushing.
