Once they had arrive in the lunch room, her red eyes scanned over the room. She silently followed Seth to the table where other students were already engaged in conversations, along with the rest of the room. Azalea took her seat next to Seth, smoothing out her skirt as she did so to cover her already purple knee. Why she bruised so easily? That was something she was curious about to. The bruises weren't normal either. They were [i]very[/i] painful and took a long time to heal. The slightest touch of the injury caused extreme levels of excruciating agony. 

Azalea snapped back to reality once she had caught herself spacing out. She scanned over the crowd once more, stopping to study the occasional student. A boy with red and red eyes and what appeared to be bloody bandages wrapped around his knuckles caught her attention for a split second before she continued to study the students. Her eyes didn't stop wandering until they paused on the dean. She stared at him for quite some time, her eyebrows furrowed. Slowly, she looked away and turned back to her schoolmates that sat at the table along side her. 

Her body sat still while her face remained expressionless. Azalea couldn't help but think about what Seth had said. His words replayed over and over again in her head on repeat. If she would have gone alone into that dimension, would she have been sitting where she was at this exact moment? If Seth hadn't been eavesdropping on Vincent and her argument, she could be dead for all she was aware of. Azalea turned in her seat and faced Seth. She leaned in close, accidentally brushing her lips against his ear as she whispered to him softly. "Thank you for helping me out back there. I'll return the favor somehow." Was there a need to thank him? That's what friends were for right? Helping when help was needed. Azalea pulled away and returned to her motionless position, listening in on other's conversations.