Quen thought about that for a moment. "I suppose it must have been Sunday, when I went to church," she said at last. Nearly a week. In the days leading up to her exam, she'd even foregone some of her favorite study places in the courtyard and the gardens to shut herself in the library with her books and lecture notes. In spite of her assurances to herself and others that she knew what she would need to know for the test, she'd spent the past weeks in a constant state of stress and anxiety. Whatever the outcome of the exam itself, having it over with caused an enormous weight to be lifted from Quen's shoulders. Leaving the tower felt like being released from bondage. She lifted her free forearm to her forehead and tilted her head up toward the sun, feeling it warm her face.
"So where would you like to go first?" she asked Ridley, dropping her arm to her side. "Are you hungry, or would you like to go to a shop or two before lunch?"