The following day, they talked about it again.
Again. And again. And yet it didn't feel real.
"So... Yeah. It's called the Galliari Institute," Vessa said. "Their formation sciences program is the oldest on the continent. Small cohort. Like, maybe thirty students a year."
Katarina blinked.
"Yeah, that... sounds perfect for you."
She meant it, despite how shaken she sounded.
Vessa tilted her head with a smirk.
"You want to tell me what you actually think, or do you want to keep being weird about it?"
"I'm not being weird about it. I think it's great. I think you'll thrive there." Katarina paused. "I think their dormitory heating formations are substandard, but that's a separate issue."
"You already looked it up."
"I... may have glanced at it."
[I read their entire public records archive at three in the morning. Surely, that counts as a glance?]
Vessa squinted at her. Katarina smiled.
