Good. Heine keeps staring at Professor Eichel for another long moment, judging and measuring, before he takes a step back and finally leaves. When he does, most of the pressure disappears, but there will be a weight remaining with Eichel that doesn't fade.

Heine walks back to his room as fast as he can. The dog laughs at him, too, cackling at his discomfort and fear. It's hard to stifle it, but he does. He forces it all down. He sits with the lights off and his eyes open, trying to block out the noise, until morning.