[ Another mental equivalent of rolling his eyes as that prick that had been him communicating with her pulls back and away. He could have gone to her - he could apologize for it? - but then finding a place in the castle that's not busy is a chore. If she was in the library, he definitely wasn't going there. ]

[ So he waits expecting - hoping, really - that should would come back shoved against a castle wall and arms folded. He tries not to think, but it's difficult not to. It's also difficult not to be pulled from it immediately when he hears the crunch of movement in the path and then her voice pulls him from it entirely. ]

[ He shifts away from the wall as he makes a face: ]

Why would I have super hearing?

[ Does she know something he doesn't. He pulls his mouth into a frown as he shrugs. Notes the change in her clothing - not the ones they filled their wardrobe with which, fair enough. Even if he's wearing some he doesn't lie it. ]

It's not that late.

[ It is that late, but he's petulant to be petulant versus saying the truth (that he does not stay in his room as often as he should). ] There's totally new constellations here, it makes me wonder how it interacts with magick.

[ This is not why he's out there, but it's only like half a lie. ]