And she does. If all that ambition is good for nothing else, she knows how to plan, how to achieve a goal. The videos were but one part of a greater whole, and between classes, videos and a steady string of dates ending with exceedingly late nights, York at least seems to be coming out of his shell.

The weather shifts in the space of that same month. If Carolina spends more time watching thunderstorms through the windows over researching modern society, York isn't usually awake to see it. But her frowns grow stronger, and one morning, she's seated and leafing through one of the older references books York was studying for grimoire studies, tail twitching.

The fact she is seated on the ceiling seems irrelevant.