<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded slowly, listening to what Lucian had to say as she let her eyes linger, half closed, enjoying the feeling of him stroking her hair. She looked up at him, blinking, wondering if he was supposed to be telling her those sorts of things. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“So if she tries to screw me over, the other proctors can step in and pass me anyways?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said softly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I mean… assuming I actually do everything I need to in order to pass…”</span><br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi sighed softly, a smile on his face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “You’re going to do it, Ayla. you’ll be fine. You should have passed it years ago, you’re well beyond it now.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he wanted to bop her on the head, but she’d been drinking. But he knew she didn’t feel ready, and that was the worst thing for someone going into an exam like this. She had to believe she was ready.</span>