“Well I guess that makes sense,” Aurin replied after a moment of thinking on it. He always took his things back to the kitchens himself, but that was just him usually. It make the cooks more tolerant of when he snuck in and stole all the best pastries before breakfast. He liked being useful though, it made him feel more needed than he actually seemed to be.
He entirely missed the appearance of Constans’ back up at the door as he rummaged in the desk of a vanity. He plucked out a likely looking cup before he glanced at the flowers. “…well this might do…”, he muttered half to himself and half to his new friend. “I’ll just leave it for her somewhere I guess.” He blinked in surprise at the revelation from Constans. “…oh I was wondering what you were doing out. My classes are a bit different…” he didn’t skip them either. The Templar trainers weren’t very forgiving of that sort of thing. “…what is your classes like?”