“That was an oversight on my part.” He admits. Of course she would have little need for it. “Many fairytales involve an adventure through an enchanted wood where one is advised not to leave the main path. Those who strayed would wander in circles or encounter monsters.” Which all sounded very childish until he came here.

As he’s providing input, Tenn steps out of the dorm room with Orisa into the corridor. The walls are covered in concert posters, ticket stubs, music sheets, and strings from what may have been an instrument. While his floor is currently quiet, there is a strain of music issuing from the stairwell.