Orym's expression softens, because he does know that feeling. But he gives an affirming nod and does his usual sweep of the studio and the equipment closet while Verity packs up, then collects his own things. His mat he stores here, he swaps his sneakers for boots, and then goes through a mental checklist: phone, backpack, water bottle, jacket. That's everything.

"What did you think?" he asks when he rejoins Verity, feeling a happy little twist in his chest that's starting to become familiar when he's greeted by that smile.

Slipping on his light jacket over his very typical combination of loose tank top and leggings and swinging his backpack over one shoulder, Orym reaches up to flip off the lights on their way out.