When Julia got out, I couldn't help but worry. I spent a few minutes gazing helplessly at the papers, and then I made the decision.
Even if the sun is up, there still is a possibility that she's attacked. Which, in fact, happens.
I followed her from when she crossed the gates of the academy. She didn't notice my presence, so I kept some decent distance between us. I never left her out of sight and ear's reach. The sun should have bothered me, but I could see her perfectly.
My blood flows in her veins; there's no way she's out of my reach.
Her first move is to go back to work. After being treated harshly by those ignorant people, I can hear some new details about what happened.
It was a teenager that assaulted her. One of my students, perhaps?
After getting out of the restaurant, Julia retreats to a corner of the street and cries.
I want to comfort her, but it would be difficult to explain what I'm doing here in the middle of the day.
