Sloane let out a little huff of relief when he let go. It was slow progress, but at least they weren't yelling at each other in the middle of the Hall. "I'll probably meet you there, save me a seat?" Maybe she could make it through classes today without being too awkward. Maybe it would fade, maybe? Sloane glanced at the end of her braid subconsciously; still brown, good. The smile she passed him was weak at best, but it was all she could muster before she scurried out of the Great Hall and further embarrassed herself.