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Unceremoniously almost, the date had changed. Normally, this would have been Sand’s first proper day as a student at Beacon, but she had quickly learned that a holiday would take place.

She could not complain. Her transfer had taken a turn for the sudden, and some extra time to adjust was appreciated. She had dedicated the previous day to getting her belongings and reporting the results of her final assignment to her superior at Atlas through the CCT. The former, she had mailed over to someone she trusted before heading out, having resolved not to stay return to Atlas by the end of her mission. The latter was handled simply enough, even if her boss had not been particularly ecstatic to hear about her failure to produce any of the items they had requested. Nonetheless, the day had marked a transition. Beyond friendships and acquaintances, she could not truly say she had any other affiliations to her previous school.

Tired as she had been by the end of the day, rest was easy to come by, even in the bed of a deceased hunter-in-training, once Grane had cleared away their belongings. Staying in bed had been another matter. Habit had taken over, complemented by a lingering feeling of unease, and Sand had taken off to do her morning exercises before the rest began to stir.

Those were done, but the day was still young. For the moment, Sand sat at the waiting room for the school’s infirmary, legs crossed as she absentmindedly stared out the open door. Her hair was once again tied in a short tail. The dirtied and torn clothes she had arrived in yesterday had been replaced by a simple grey tank top and dark cargo pants, fastened to her waist with the same thick belt that held her cased weapons at her hips. Her combat boots had been replaced by white running shoes. A small gym bag was at her feet. The casual, relaxed image made her coffee-colored eyes seem merely weary rather than irked. 

A set of footsteps drew her towards an approaching nurse. “He’s awake. Want me to take you to him?”

She nodded. “Please.”

With that, the nurse ushered the visitor into the back rooms. Sand took note of the other occupied beds, presumably other students who found trouble in their own missions, but chose not to comment. Unerringly, she was led to a bed occupied by a bandaged, red-haired boy. 

The nurse announced the new visitor, then quickly returned to her duties.

Sand raised a hand in greeting. “Hey. You look better than yesterday.” [i]Which isn’t a difficult thing, truth be told.[/i] The pitiable condition Robert had been brought back in made her wonder if her intervention had made a difference in the end. Then again, she could not ask for more than his survival.

Noticing the chairs near the bed, she pulled one closer and sat on it. Absentmindedly, she wondered if he had been told of her induction into the team. He had been unconscious when Ozpin had made the announcement, after all.

Reaching into her gym bag, she pulled out a paper bag and placed it on the nightstand. “I brought muffins,” she said simply, by way of explanation. “So?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”

[@Guess Who]