Eden was here. She would try to remain here until the end of the lesson and then return to the room and her books in most of one piece. That was it.

"Professor," Eden nodded. The first year spoke not out of respect but because she feared the consequences of not adhering to at least the most basic standards of politeness. She didn't trust a single adult in this prison.

Eden's face showed no particular expression but certainly had seen brighter days. There were deep purple smudges beneath her eyes and her skin looked pallid and thin. Her hair was carefully dutch braided into two plaits and her uniform was somehow wrinkle-free.

She stood by some fellow students, not really paying attention as to whom. Her mind was preoccupied these days.