Heine still really doesn't see why Jade can't practice on his own, or outside. Admittedly, today it's already late and the grounds are unfamiliar.

"Fine." He pulls on a robe—more of a bathrobe, not a uniform—and picks up his wand for security (or to make sure Jade won't try to take it again).

The process of helping Jade practice tends to be at least interesting. He's fully awake again after fifteen minutes, if only because he's getting frustrated.

"You were better last week." Having sat down again, he rests an elbow on his knee and his chin on his fist. "How'd you get worse?"