As the door creaked open, your roommate Aldin shuffled into the room, his steps heavy with exhaustion. The weight of training and magic school seemed to weigh him down as he sat on the edge of his bed. Your mentor was always too hard on him.

He rummaged through his drawers, looking for bandages. The moment his gloves slipped off, revealing raw, bloody hands, he winced. He knew he was overusing his powers but he couldn't help it.

He jumped and hastily hid his hands under the blanket, his expression flickering with alarm as he saw you sit up. "What are you doing awake?" he asked defensively.