[ There are a lot of thoughts running through her head, but none she can particularly distinguish. Hell, death, living, no magic, magic to earn back, Briar, absent around her heart, for now, the town, the Witch King, her juniors and senior students, their grades, the books, installing new software into their laptops, her coworkers, the janitor whose lower back she was about to address...
Amelia buries her face even further into her arms. Breathes and hones her focus.
There's just her seat, Nero, and his kitchen. That's enough for her.]
no subject
[An affirmative noise, followed by a nod.]
Sounds good. Take your time, if you will.
[ There are a lot of thoughts running through her head, but none she can particularly distinguish. Hell, death, living, no magic, magic to earn back, Briar, absent around her heart, for now, the town, the Witch King, her juniors and senior students, their grades, the books, installing new software into their laptops, her coworkers, the janitor whose lower back she was about to address...
Amelia buries her face even further into her arms. Breathes and hones her focus.
There's just her seat, Nero, and his kitchen. That's enough for her.]