Cassandra has just reached the hall, when Unrelenting Juhebox's email came through. She climbed the stairs until she came to the back row, sliding in, and heading to a seat in the corner, today choosing to watch her fellows rather then try and interact with them. When she was settled, she opened the email, reading it. Jukebox seemed to be explaining why he had just left her, but the thing was to her, he should have told her before, what he was up to. And it made her just feel sad, was she that forgettable? That was until she remembered her new mission, so perhaps she should be pleased about that. And in the end, Jukebox was apologizing and explaining, and she supposed that was all that mattered right then.

So she began a response.

[b]To:[/b] Unrelenting Jukebox
[b]from:[/b] Neis Hellum
[b]subject:[/b] re;sorry about yesterday
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Hi, Jukebox.

That's okay, I understand. You did what you thought was right. I didn't really find anything else, but I didn't die so I suppose that's a win. Hope your night was better, 

Kind Regards, Nies Hellum

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[@McFazzer]

She read through the message, and satisfied with it, hit send. The message seemed okay to her, and she had accepted the apology. She sighed to herself and leaned back into her seat, looking over at the students already there or just arriving, her mind going to the night before, and Eris. The parting message still befuddled her. What had it meant? Perhaps it was just a saying, but for the life of her, Cassandra couldn't figure it out. So for now she put it out of her mind. 

Taking out a note book, and a pen, Cassandra pulled her knees up on the chair and used them as a table, starting to write. It seemed she was writing quick, precise notes, taking down what she considered the important points of her meeting with Eris, as well as what had happened since she had moved into the dorm, not two days past. 

Which reminded her to send a message to her parents and siblings. She quickly sent a message to them, telling her family she would try and get around tonight for a visit and catch up, and that she'd make sure that there was some cooked meals for them, before she went back to her note taking, detailing now the battle with the desolation, and how that had gone. She winced as she remembered the car, and wondered if she'd be able to get another one from the garage. She thought not.