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Alex's jaunt to the infirmary was a short one, though his stay there was a tad fussier than he though strictly necessary. But they patched him up, so he’d stayed there listening politely as he was reminded to stretch, rest, not overdo himself, and possibly get a supervisor for the next spar so he and any other students didn’t overdo it on accident and kill each other. All things he knew, of course. He might even heed all that advice, if he felt like it. Certainly, the resting part was immensely appealing. Isaia strolled luxuriously to one of the lounges, looking forward to treating himself to a professional massage at the school spa. He didn’t even mind having to wait a bit; he hadn’t exactly scheduled, after all. That he managed to get a spot despite them was a credit to their school. As he lay face-down on one of those specialty massage beds, a therapist working away the soreness and knot from his over-worked muscles, Sai’s mind wandered.
 
When he’d been younger, he was a bit wary to let himself so vulnerable to a stranger’s touch, but he’d soon discovered the employees here were nothing if not professional, for which he was exceptionally glad. And today’s spar with Talίa had proved to him his growth in the social department. Things had been simpler in a way back when he’d been pretending to be a human, but…Well, there technically wasn’t anyone else who was [i]quite[/i] his kind – and this wasn’t Alex simply being maudlin, it was just that any Dragonkin he’d met (beyond his father) hadn’t wanted anything to do with him if they knew he had Elven blood (half of it, in fact, but not many would recognize that from his appearance if they didn’t know what to look for). Nonetheless, being part of a supernatural community as open as this one had many perks; of which variety was foremost. He sighed as his wings were treated, lulled to drowsing. Some twenty minutes later, his shoulder was nudged to let him know he was done. Alex stood with a huge yawn, stretched, and ambled away, feeling delightfully rejuvenated. And, what was best, he still had enough time for a good gaming session. Perhaps later on, he would consider taking on a mission, or participating in an extra evening class. For now, he fetched himself a light snack (sandwich and cola), and settled himself at a free computer.