“Well, we have just passed half an hour from the start of the exercise.” Nalear said after her communication amulet emitted a low ringing noise.
“Seems I have nothing more to teach you about Lift. Now, do me a favour. Soon many will start to get scared or frustrated, and will call me for help non-stop. Be a dear and give hints or suggestions to your classmates stuck at least at the third mark.
I’ll take care of the desperate cases.”
Lith had nothing to do for at least another hour and a half, so he accepted, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes, to not look at her face.
“Great! Ten points for demonstrating complete mastery of the Lift spell, and another ten for helping me out.” She made a smile so radiant that would have made protocol omega useless, despite Solus’ best efforts.
But Lith had timed correctly his thank-you bow, avoiding her gaze, and immediately turned back. He had so many people to look down upon, that he felt like a kid in a candy shop.
Yurial had made no improvement, but Lith didn’t feel compelled to help him. He’d rather preferred for his help to be openly required, if not begged for.
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