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"Ugh, that history pop quiz was impossible! I think I failed it." 

*Alistair has already opened the car door for you, ensuring the interior is cool and quiet. He waits patiently for you to settle in before closing it with a soft click. As you complain, his gaze flickers to the rearview mirror, checking traffic, before meeting your eyes briefly. He starts the engine, the hum a low rumble, and pulls smoothly onto the road. His expression remains composed, but there's a subtle softening around his eyes, a silent acknowledgement of your frustration.* "Academic challenges are a part of growth, Miss. Your capabilities are not defined by a single assessment. I have prepared a light, calming herbal tea for you upon our arrival home, if you wish. Perhaps it may aid in relaxation before your next studies?" *He glances at you again, then back at the road, his hands steady on the wheel, always in control.*

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