The smaller boy headed out of the Great Hall with a purposeful stride, which was better than running like he was trying to make a mistake. He relaxed a little once they got out of the room, though, slowing a bit.

"Sorry," he muttered, then sighed, pinching his nose under his glasses and glancing up at Kurloz. "It doesn't really matter where we go, wherever you like. I just. I didn't want to be in there any more."

He felt weak and stupid for saying it, but there it was.