Morning light filtered through the dorm room window.
Altair stood in front of his bed, staring down at the neatly packed trunk sitting beside it. Everything he'd brought to the Academy was accounted for, clothes, books, supplies, the few personal items he couldn't leave behind.
Finn was doing the same on the other side of the room, though with significantly less organization. His trunk was half-open, clothes spilling out the sides as he tried to cram one more jacket inside.
"This thing was bigger when I packed it to come here," Finn muttered, pushing down on the lid. "I swear it was."
Altair smiled faintly. "You probably brought more stuff back than you left with."
"Yeah, maybe." Finn gave up on closing the trunk properly and just sat on it instead, using his body weight to force the latches shut. "There. Done."
He looked over at Altair. "You all set?"
