The first thing Ruaan registered when he opened his eyes was the ceiling.
The second thing was that the bed felt different. Less warm. Less occupied.
He turned over.
Harolin was gone.
Seo was standing at the side of the room folding the sheet from the floor with the neat efficiency of someone who had been awake for a while. He was already in his uniform. He had the specific settled look of a person who had eaten and moved on with their morning.
Ruaan sat up.
His head did something unpleasant.
Seo heard the sheets rustling and turned around. He put the folded sheet on the bed and sat beside Ruaan.
"Good morning. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Ruaan said. He took his hand off his head slowly. "What time is it?"
"Breakfast ended about forty minutes ago."
Ruaan looked at him. "You didn't wake me."
Seo raised both eyebrows with the expression of someone who had a response to that and was waiting for permission to deliver it.
Ruaan thought about it.
