âWork.â He replied, massaging his temples. Heâs never gotten a headache before, and he abhors the feeling of having one. Never will he cram all of his papers then binge drink tea again. He never knew that was such a toxic combination. âI hate it. Do you have any medicine?â He asked, unfamiliar with where he was. Heâs never been good with directions, and now this happened. Emrys had never felt so lost before.
Lileas snorted. âBoring. I swear, half the people around here are all work and no play.â If one ever saw Lileas actually doing her homework, they would think she was sick. Work never mattered to her. âWho doesnât hate it?â She looked around her room, clicking her fingers when she found a solution. âI have something that helps with pain. One of the maids back home made me take it with me. You can have some if you want, but it tastes gross.â
















