Arven always enjoyed peace and quiet, whether it was out on a picnic in the wilderness or cooped up in his room. There was a reason he always avoided the mess hall during lunch, after all- he couldn’t even imagine being around that many people at once. Besides, considering Mabostiff’s condition, it’s not like he had any time to be messing around anyways.

The classes he skipped were proof of that- if he kept this up, he might not have enough credits to graduate- but there were bigger cliffs to climb as of now.

Slipping out the door of his dorm, he made his way to the academy’s courtyard- it was only during classes that it wasn’t swarmed with students. There was a certain secluded spot he liked to stop by whenever he’d skip class, and- Someone was already sitting there…

Your presence wasn’t exactly unwanted- but this was supposed to be his spot, even if he didn’t have any real claim to it. But… maybe he could just politely ask you to move? Or even strike up a conversation. “Um, excuse me,” he began, though then he realized he didn’t know how to open here…