The cafeteria was as described by her mother and, in more detail, Mari’s coach in the enclave. The walk had given Ellen a little mana; she looked around to see if there were any mals she could use it on. No.
Three letters and one small package for children of her parents’ friends, only one of whom she had ever met. A cup of water handed her by a helpful upperclassman. Duty done, she went looking for Mari, found her in a cluster of enclavemates.