It had been a week since the library, both the first and second times, although Baz preferred to think more on the latter. They had both done exceptionally well on their exams. Tutoring Chrysanthe on material she had missed had given him an excuse to refresh his own memory and revise his own notes, which in the end had helped them both. They chatted often now, usually before or after class. Baz had gotten in the habit of saving her the seat in front of him. Spending one class watching someone jam a pencil into her back was enough motivation to take a quiet stand and make sure it wouldn’t happen anymore. At least, in Chemistry.
The weather had finally started to take a turn towards warmer days, which meant that, at last, it was perfect weather to tromp through the campus woods in search of various returning bird species. Baz had invited Chrysanthe to join him weeks ago, but rainy weather had so far kept them indoors. The weather forecast had finally promised a stretch of rain free days near the end of Loshis, and they had made solid plans to go out together so that he could teach her how to identify some of the various birds that called the campus home. He had already pointed out the blue tits to her, the ones he often saw foraging near the science halls. He was excited to show her more and, hopefully, be able to share his hobby with someone else who might actually enjoy it.
He made his way to the dorm building that Chrysanthe had told him she was in. The halls were largely empty, which made sense, as it was the weekend and there were better things to do on nice days than loiter in hallways. It also meant he didn’t need to stop and explain himself to any one as he made his way through the building. He found Chrysanthe’s room easily enough, raised his hand, and knocked on the door. After a moment he heard her tell him to come in, which he did.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he entered. His expression was one of excitement as he continued, “There should be lots to see. I heard a turtle dove this morning!”
"I hope we can—" His eyes fell on Chrysanthe, and he stopped in his tracks, his face immediately falling. “Chrys? Are you alright?”