She starts crying on them. 

They hold her and cuddle her and pet her.

"'M sorry," she mumbles eventually. "We were supposed to be having fun." 

Snuggle. "It's all right. We've got plenty of time to have fun later, it's okay to be sad now."

"Yeah. Thanks." 

Pet pet. "I'm sorry I scared you. I want to do better next time."

"Why was it, um, like that? You said everyone you know is like that, but..."

"...if you're not scared of it, it feels really good. And it's relaxing."

"Gonna be super blunt, even without the trauma thing it seems a little--um--concerning--given that we're here to learn mind control." 

"I can see how it would. But it really is something we all have, it doesn't seem any stranger to me than, say, the fact that hugs feel nice."

"Mmmmkay." 

Snuggle. "I'll figure out how to change it and I'll make it something that doesn't make it hard to think."

"You're sweet." 

"Awwww, thanks."

Mmm, snuggle. 

Her body would like to remind her that she is naked and snuggling a naked person and inhabiting the body of a human teenager. She would like to remind her body what happened last time that went anywhere 

Dima seems pretty happy to just snuggle her indefinitely.

That is a much better plan. 

Elsewhere and earlier. 

Keren hangs back slightly, studying the other students as they take keys. 

At an opportune moment, after someone who doesn't look overtly threatening at least takes a key, he plucks the second key from the peg before anyone else can. 

His roommate doesn't hang back to see who took the other key off the peg; she heads straight for the dorms as soon as she has hers.

He follows at a distance appropriate to going to the same place at roughly the same time but not following following her. 

For some reason, their room is designed to mimic an outdoor space, like an enormous forest clearing. The outer wall is circular, outrageously tall, and supported by a ring of half-columns styled like tall straight trees, branching only at the top, holding up a domed ceiling with a sunny light shining from its center through a haze of very real-looking clouds. Tiled pathways sprawl across the floor, which is sloped in the shape of a shallow bowl, and between the paths there are fountains and charming little picnic tables and tidy planters that suggest garden beds; an artificial stream flows in next to the door, circles most of the room with delicate little bridges wherever the paths cross it, and then meanders down a series of tiny charming waterfalls before finally ending in a shallow pool in the center of the room, surrounded by a pleasant sitting area with tables and chairs like a cross between a living room and a garden party. A single small willow tree, growing in a very large pot, trails its delicate branches into the pool.

There are three buildings. One is next to the central pool, directly across from the main door, and its open double doors reveal a glimpse of an enormous bathtub. One is a kind of round stone tower with a lot of big arched windows, to the left of the path that leads from the door to the pool. The last is on the right side of that same path, somewhat farther away from it, and has much narrower windows and a design more like a small cozy fort.

"Wow," she says, pausing in the doorway to admire the view.

Then she dashes straight for the tower.

Well. That was unexpected. 

He heads for the fort. 

It's cozy and pleasantly decorated, and has a little sitting room and a little bedroom and a little study with a bookcase and a desk. Each room leads into the next with no hallways in between.

...Oh. 

It's lovely. 

He sets his bag down, draws Ranna, keeping his finger pressed against the clapper, and heads back out. 

His roommate has taken off her shirt and climbed onto the roof of her tower and is lying there basking in the artificial sun.