Laurel is fidgety, vaguely sick. In a way, all of this feels to her like a very weird, very bad high.

She's been clinging to Ivy like... well, ivy... but spends a quiet moment after her healer exam just sort of sitting, staring out at her fellow students, all those agents and staff members. The energy here is unreal; she's never felt anything like it before. Fear and relief?

She stands a little shakily, wide-eyed and bedraggled, to find and rejoin her twin.