Ecaterina hadn’t really put her full heart into the archery competition, well aware winning would strand all of her friends out of their rooms! But the result was instead she was without a room herself. Her koins had given her a night stick which she presumed was okay just in case, but it also made her feel uneasy.
With nowhere else to go, no access to her knitting or sewing supplies, and consequently no real way to vent her frustrations, she was sitting at the wooden table at the opposite end to the entrance of the building her room was in, head on the table, arms stretched out. She didn’t pay attention to anyone who might be approaching her.