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Light Eye blushed as she realized she was going the wrong way. "Um... right. Yes, I shall try and hold my tongue, but I can't promise not to defend you if it becomes too antagonistic. After all, it is clear that I am the stronger of the two of us and should, say, a necromantic book of sorts attack, I would clearly be the one to save us."
"As for the picture, I appreciate the offer, but art class is the only place I can operate my special skill. It's there that I will be working on mirror and window-making, if they have the tools for it, and I can't spare a second. Maybe thinks will go the other way and I can capture your exquisite physique in a stained-glass window."
Truth be told, her resentment towards the teacher was much more than just her picking on Steeleye. What was so special about that teacher, huh? She should was, pretty, talented, smart, kind... She had just made herself sad. It didn't matter though. Steeleye had said he was over her, and that meant that he was over her. There could be absolutely no possibility of leftover feelings, secrets kept, or passions reigniting... she had just made herself sad again. Thinking over this wasn't helping her one wit.