Lim found herself spending a fair couple of hours in the library, engrossed in the book she’d been studying for their term paper. She managed to grab a few sheets of paper from the student printers as well as a borrowed pen from the librarian. Upon it were all her notes, lists of pros and cons that weighed the validity of slaying or capturing each creature. She had her own thoughts on which she’d like most to write on, but unfortunately it was a partnered project. She had humored the idea of just writing it all herself, but the thought of Wric taking credit for the work she did bothered her.<br/><br/>Why was he so angry anyway?! She wanted to yell, but being in the library stopped her from any mad grumbling. All she did was try to push him to be better. True, she probably could have been nicer in the beginning, but she meant what she said back at the cafeteria before class. Then her mind began to wonder about what exactly she said. She thought about his strengths, attributes he should be proud of....did she not voice them? Well...if he couldn’t see it for himself then he really is dumb. How could he not see?! So, find, let him stew in his own anger. See if I care. At least he wasn’t leering at her with vulgar thoughts.<br/><br/>Lim harrumphed and crossed her arms over her chest as she sat back in her chair, pouting, done with her mental conversation to nobody regarding somebody who infuriated her. Her eyes glanced back down at her paper, and saw that she had been doodling through her inner argument. It was a crude drawing of the satyr. It was a bit cartoony with its angry face and puffs of smoke coming out of its ears...but it was actually kinda cute too. Without realizing it, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. He<i>was</i>cute....<br/><br/>Eventually she shook her head in a huff and stuffed her notes into the book, which she proceeded to check out and bring back to the dorm with her. It was the darkest night she’d seen as she made her way back. Something about it felt off. Her eyes glancing around, the nymph elected to pick up her pace, making it to their room fairly quickly, and safely. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was out there that really shouldn’t be. Either way, she opened and closed the door behind her, quietly, unsure if Wric was asleep yet, so staying quiet just to be safe.