The Principal's Office

[tailor_made]

The door to the principal’s office is open at all hours, although you will only find Hester at the receptionist’s desk from 8:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. This is primarily where you can have private conversations with her. Though there’s an actual office in the back, it is always closed and locked.

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[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh, um. Sorry, for waking you up. [ he says. ] I can come back later? But, I brought you some breakfast, if you want it.

[ It's just a glass of orange juice, scrambled eggs, and toast, but he didn't want to make anything too complicated in case she'd already eaten, or didn't... need to eat? Or something. He'll set it down on her desk. ]

Are you doing all right, though?

[tailor_made]

No, no, it was just a little catnap- [She throws off the blanket and rolls off her couch, clambering to her feet and trying to look put-together and not like she fell asleep in her clothes- the same rumpled dress she wore at the trial.

She looks at the breakfast he's made, the clear effort he's put in even though it's such a simple meal, and a warm smile breaks out on her tired face.]

I'm...I'm doing okay. Better than I was, I think. [At that moment her stomach grows loudly.] And, um, thank you for the breakfast. With everything happening I forgot to eat again.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus smiles, glad to have brought something she needed after all. ]

I think a lot of us did, the past few days. [ Between finding Salieri's body in the cafeteria and the stunned haze they spent Saturday in, he's pretty sure all he ate was a banana muffin, despite Angus's best efforts to keep them fed at the trial. ] How's your leg? It seemed like you, um. Got hurt, when Discord...

[ He trails off, unsure of how to finish the sentence. ]

[tailor_made]

A little but, [She reaches down to touch the leg that she's clutched at the fire-y trial conclusion. It's perfectly fine, not even a tear in her stockings.] It's fixed now.

What about you guys? I know you all got out but is everyone okay? No burns or anything?

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ That's unusual!!! Orpheus raises his eyebrows a little, but he guesses if the Wizard could wipe a place or a person from existence or undo the weavings of the Fates, he could fix a simple injury. ]

I think everyone is okay. Or, um. Not injured, at least.

[ No one is really okay after what they've been through, but he's pretty sure no one got burned but Hester. ]

I'm glad you're better, though. I'm - sorry I ran away instead of checking on you. There was just... a lot happening.

[tailor_made]

Good! Good, I was worried about you guys. [She picks up a piece of toast and gives it a nibble, shaking her head in response to him.]

It's not like there was much you could have done anyway. I was sixty feet off the ground and the stage was on fire. I don't think even your magic singing could have put that out that quick.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus nods, solemn and a little bit sheepish. ]

I can't do anything like heal people or put out fires, no. I wish I could? [ He looks aside, worrying his lip. ] We were worried about you too, though. I know this hasn't been easy on you, either. Any of it.