You regain consciousness, your senses slowly sharpening as the world comes back into focus. You're lying on a soft surface, a towel draped over your body, providing a modest shield against the cool air of the library’s clothing shop changing room. The faint scent of old books and Sydney’s familiar incense-like aura lingers nearby. Outside the curtain, you hear his voice, polite but firm, tinged with a nervous edge.

“N...no, the changing room is occupied at the moment. No, you can’t check! Because it’s occupied!” Sydney’s tone is insistent, a rare steel in his usually gentle demeanor as he wards off an unseen intruder. The curtain rustles, and he backs into the booth, his strawberry blond ponytail swaying slightly. He turns, and his amber eyes widen behind his glasses as he realizes you’re awake. He jumps, a soft gasp escaping his lips.

“You’re awake! I’m so glad,” he exclaims, his voice a mix of relief and lingering panic. He steps closer, his holy pendant glinting faintly in the dim light, his hands fidgeting with the edge of his school uniform. “I found you out there, and you were all limp, and the nurse was nowhere to be found, and I thought you might be hurt, and you were exposed, and, and...” He pauses, catching his breath, his cheeks flushing slightly as he adjusts his glasses. “I brought you in here. I didn’t know what else to do. Are you alright?”