"That much time has passed?"
"Yes, it's been exactly three months since you left. Last month was when the festival happened, and in a week's time, the final academic year will begin," Annabelle explained, her voice measured and professional.
'The whole thing with Jason must have happened,' He thought.
"Did you feed Jason what I gave you?" Eliot asked absentmindedly, his attention elsewhere.
"...Yes," she responded after a brief hesitation.
"It better be true. I'll know for myself when I see him," Eliot said, his tone carrying a hint of warning.
"Y-you still plan on attending the academy?" Annabelle asked, her frown deepening.
"Yes, I do," he responded without much thought, as if the answer should have been obvious. "Find a way to get her in as well," he added, gesturing toward Sheila, who—like him—was dressed in a bathrobe. She was currently laying across his lap while he absently stroked her lustrous black hair.
