4E 200 later that month in Rain's Hand
Azuyia walked with the pile of bed linens in off the clotheslines down the hallway past the main pantry, doing chores after the midday meal in the hours before evening seminar, when she stopped next to the cracked door. There was a faint scuffling and some, what? Those kinda? She peeked in the door by pushing it a little open, and started at the sight. Wystan had his back to a wall-high pile of potato sacks and the centuriana, in her duty tunic, was pushed against him as they kissed and twined legs. The Bosmer's heart lifted a little, and she jumped out of eyesight past the door and tried to walk silently to the dormitory hamper down the hall and right.
She rushed in the storeroom and pulled it open with one hand, balancing the clean sheets in the other, letting the pile drop to the floor as she achingly closed the door shut. Azuyia picked up the unfolded pile and scooped it on a stout work table, folding slowly and listening. She took her time. After staying as long as she could, the hour getting close to recitations of a fun Breton canto about damnation, she opened the door slowly. Centuriana Ulia was standing a little ways down the hall, leaning with her arms crossed and one knee raised with greaved sole against the wall. She had on her armor and sword.
Azuyia pulled a sheaf of paper from the morning's notes out immediately, looking at is as she closed the door behind her with studied absentmindedness, muttering out random things from the page and pretending to read as she walked in the centuriana's direction (the passage back out to the right leading only to another minor pantry with a lock, the one with the refreshment casks). As she tried to shuffle her way past, she saw Ulia look down at her right knuckles.
"Did you get enough for lunch," came the question.
"Ma'am," she feigned lost in thought and looked up at the officer.
"I asked ... 'did you get enough to eat,'" Ulia looked at her with a curious expression, a mix of martial interrogation and amusement faintly at the sides of the mouth. "Or should I speak with the magistra about your ... dietary needs?"
"Oh no! Ma'am, the eggs and bacon were delicious. Haven't eaten this well in a while!"
"Good. Then you won't be lingering about your chores in the halls afterwards."
"No ma'am, absolutely not."
"Very good," the centuriana turned with ease, speaking as she walked away, "I do enjoy your company here at the college."
