The worried female appeared to be shocked when Akujo had directed her concerns to her. Her first response had been a swift nod in the witch’s direction, and her body turned away until hesitance lingered in her midst.
It was then that she faced her directly and said, “Pardon me for asking… would you happen to know if another student has been admitted here recently?”

Understanding melded into the witch’s facials, and she nearly gifted the other with a reply until the doors to the infirmary burst forth to reveal a stretcher carried by a pair of unfamiliar beings with surgical masks that hid part of their faces. Laid upon it was an unconscious male, possibly the very one the other female had been vehemently for. She was a silent observer as the elven nurses worked swiftly to use whatever sort of magic they had in order to heal his wounds. 

After a short period of time, he awoke, lifting his head from the surface of the table and looking about him, and then he spoke.

“Whose power is that?” He questioned, though it wasn’t clear as to whom exactly that had been directed to. Akujo looked from left to right in confusion, searching for a possible source of light or energy that might be signifying what the boy meant, but to no avail. He then began to speak to the girl that had been searching for him. Feeling no more need to participate in the conversation, the still injured female began to look about the room, gradually becoming bored as she did so, until she heard the boy direct his voice towards her.

“Oh sorry I don’t think we have actually met. I’m Leval and this is Rowan.” He introduced.

Now focusing her full attention onto him, Akujo graced the two with her response. “Oh, hey! My name is Maman Akujo. The name is in the Eastern Order, so you can just call me Akujo! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” 

After this statement, she watched as her two classmates interact with each other once more before exiting the room with waves of goodbye to her that she enthusiastically returned. Once they left the room, the smile that had wavered until her lips were settled into a neutral position. She sighed, suddenly exhausted for reasons unknown to her, perhaps more tired than she had originally thought, and so she rested her body downwards upon the cot. Shutting her eyelids, Akujo almost allowed herself to drift off into slumber until the sound of the door opening peaked her interest, though not enough for her to gather the strength to lift her body upwards. 

Judging from the intonation of the voice and the conversation they had with the nurse, it was one of her soon-to-be classmates, a female to be precise. The confirmation was short, and soon, she knew that the nurse was probably treating the girl’s wounds, as most who came to the infirmary had done so. Once again, the witch sighed, and this time, slept.

Waking filled with energy and with a notable lack of pain within her joints, Akujo raised her body upwards and stretched herself out, shaking off whatever remaining grip that sleep had held upon her. Instinctively, she searched about herself for signs of life in the room, but finding none, she jumped off the bed and out the door, with the intention of finding some source of nourishment for her growling stomach. 

It took quite a bit of time, considering that she had no clue as to where exactly the lunchroom was located, but the students that she passed along in the hallway were kind enough as to direct her to where she now stood, in front of the doors that led into the cafeteria. Determination spread throughout her body, and she opened the doors, doing her best to determine not only what foods she would eat, but also what group of people she would decide to surround herself with. Her heart thudded within her chest with anticipation of what was to come.