"You should let me put my number in your speed dial, at least," Francine said, offering her a small, wobbly smile. "We're supposed to be leaving on the senior trip tomorrow."

She tugged lightly on Brynne's ear, then smoothed down the fur. "I don't know, though. Brynne and Owain and the horses were supposed to go back to Camelot too. Who's going to take care of them if we leave for a whole term?"