There's a total lunar eclipse two weeks later, the first one since January 2001. That semiquarter and most of the next pass without much more noise. Jackson is occasionally sad because of his dom's electric toy, and he's occasionally more stripey than he wishes to be, but there's not a whole lot Sadde can do about that. Against his hopes, Mason doesn't dump Jackson, and nothing gives.
Sadde continues socializing with people, but no one new. And as the semiquarter approaches its end and summer break gets closer, Sadde receives an email from Tobias, saying that he fully expects his daughter to come home and tell everyone all about her first half year at magic school.
The email tells Sadde to behave.
Sadde is not in a good place.
"On related news, I think I can probably heal my own broken bones now. And I might be able to heal someone else's split lip or papercut."
"Ooh. You can tell the administrators and get permission to try it next time somebody has a papercut."
"Could distribute pamphlets. 'Got a papercut? Come test the mighty healing powers of Sadde for science!'"
"I don't think you need a pamphlet's worth of volunteers. Jackson will probably turn up with a split lip one of these days, though," she adds softly.
"...eech, yes he might. I dunno how long it'd take me to learn how to heal the kind of stuff he complains about, though. A few more months, at least."
"He might not be unwilling to have something healed even if he doesn't volunteer a complaint."
"That one time he knocked on my door, while Alex was here and you were sleeping in my room?"
"Yeah, apparently his dom went a bit too far and he needed healing. And it's. Uh. Happened more times since. But he hasn't asked for any more healing."
"Yeah. But, again, that will take a few months still, small cuts aren't very common."
"Still at least two months for that, though, and might be more 'cause pushing healing onto other people is harder."
"Good, I don't know if I'll be able to bring someone back from death by asphyxiation anytime in the next fifteen years."
"Probably a joint discipline problem. Get the dead person a body, put their mind in it. Bet it branches off from invasive mindreading and postcog."