This isn't right, Caye thought to herself as she supported Olivia. She began walking aimlessly towards her own room within the dojo, contemplating the situation. She was a Dragonslayer, and Caye was a dragon; it just didn't work. So, she thought up a plan–or more like copied somebody else. She grimaced to herself as she thought of it, and Olivia would surely notice the grimace. They soon arrived at Caye's room, and she pushed the door open. Within the room there was no sign of it being an ordinary bedroom; there were no windows, no bed, only a closet and a bathroom. There was a single chair, the chair that Caye sat in at night to contemplate her life decisions.