Sage, still observing her like a hawk, noticed the change in her expression.
"Think about it," he said gently. "You don't have to give me an answer right now."
Celes nodded, appreciating his patience.
"Thank you, Sage. I will think about it. Really."
As their conversation ended, she received a mindlink from Andros. His voice invaded her thoughts, filled with the same old complaints and grievances.
[Why didn't you wake me up, Celes? I overslept because you left without telling me.]
Celes used to cater to his every need, but now she felt a new resolve. "Since you're going to be late, you’d better get up soon," she replied calmly.
[What am I going to wear?] Andros asked.
"Just choose whatever you want from the closet," she said.
[But I can't find anything that's ironed...]
Celes almost rolled her eyes.
"Andros. I'm sorry but I have to go. You'll figure it out," she said, ending the link.
[Cel—]