Eirian walked up to the door, staring confusedly at the rows of boots there. They looked disgusting and icky and pre-worn, but, as she glanced inside the classroom and noticed that the ground was covered with water, she decided she would need them. Pulling a pair on - and charming them neon orange for the fun of it - she walked into the classroom, every step met with a squeak until she waded into the water and pulled off her robe so that it wouldn't get wet.

"Bom dia, Professor," Eirian said, waving to Truebridge as she walked past, carrying her robe in her arms, to sit alone. With a moment to think to herself, she bit her lip, and, rubbing her still slightly puffy eyes, she plopped her robe on a seat to the left of her. Hopefully, Jayce would walk in soon enough... He said they should actually attend classes together, and he better have been truthful about it...