When Wric wakes up, he speaks to nobody in the room. Lim’s bed is empty, as is the room as a while save for the satyr.<br/><br/>After about fifteen minutes though, Lim comes strolling in with two breakfast meals from the cafeteria. “Ah, you’re awake. Good morning!” She said, uncharacteristically cheery, as she handed one of the meals to Wric. “I was thinking we could go over some ideas for that Hercules paper for our history class.” She began, avoiding eye contact with him. She needed a distraction, and she couldn’t very well distract herself away from him if last night told her anything. So, she’d do what she was best at, and that’s their school work. “We don’t have class until late afternoon/early evening-ish time, so we’ve got a while and I thought we could make some headway on this term paper. Here’s all that I took notes on last night.” She continued as she pulled out the textbook with the papers of notes stuck inside. She’d forgotten all about the fiddle when handing it over to him, “tell me what you think.”