Second.

[trustwellness]

A week's distance from the last death seems to have helped some of you, seems to have calmed things down somewhat; the presence of a new floor has helped a little in that endeavor as well – things are a little less claustrophobic, a little more open. Of course, for others things haven't been going as smoothly; between the odd dreams that you've all been experiencing and the Wordsmith's incentive, the added space may just be encouraging distance between you and your fellow Apprentices. It seems that only time will tell how things will progress from here. Friday morning comes, and with it comes the brightening of the lights throughout the University – though it seems there's something a bit wrong with the second floor in that regard. Namely, the workshop remains dark. That's probably going to be a problem. >Explore?

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[firstaid]

Are you okay?

[Estelle actually puts her hands out in front of her to use a spell... except nothing happens... right.]

Um, do you want me to get something to bandage that up? I have stuff in my room.

[matchbreaker]

I'll be fine.

[ She said, finger in her mouth. ]

Ain't these bandages?

[ Actually, there's no blood on them (other than possibly a bit from Elda just now) or anything, just glass, right? ]