Max looked at her, and she deflated. She couldn’t explain to him exactly how long ago it was that she came to the school. “I have been here since I was much, much younger. I started living in the dorms before I started going to the school, and had a foster sponsor who basically adopted me,” she replied and looked away from him. “I suppose I will see you in class,” she called back and left his room while she could. Once she made it to her own dorm and unlocked the door, walked in, and leaned against the door with a sigh. Things were complicated, suddenly. Max was complicated. Quickly she got a shower and dressed, thinking over everything that was hitting her suddenly.