She gave a short nod. "We were 18, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time-it was a long while ago."
She still remembered the phone call: getting called to the dean's office at the Academy. She remembered asking what she'd done wrong this time, then to be handed the phone with an apology and thinking this was worse than any sort of punishment.
That was over ten years ago and yet she still remembered.
"If there's nothing else you need me to learn or get done, I'm going to start cleaning up."
She wanted to hit something without the care that was required of a blacksmith.