Mag/Juliette | The Roast | university location | 7.30am Sir Paget. It was her title, and though she would have liked for Juliette to use a more casual form of address, she was far too tired to argue the point. So she simply said, "Good morning to you too, Juliette."
The girl's question made Mag chuckle, though there wasn't much humor in it. How bad did she look to garner that note of concern in the squire's voice? "I've been better. But I'll be okay," she said, though she wasn't sure if she was reassuring the girl, or herself. "And yourself? I hear wonderful things about you." It was true; while there seemed to be some troublemakers among the squires—of them all, the one who'd switched with his twin brother for training took the cake—Juliette did not number among them.
For most, the hour was still too early to go to the training yards. And yet the deer-in-headlights look that had flickered across Juliette's features at Mag's approach had been hard to miss. Was the girl usually at training by this hour, and feeling guilty because such wasn't the case that day? Mag smiled, amused. "I'm not here to berate you for anything, you know. You can relax."