"How is she?" Philius asked quietly, his eyes fixed on the empty table before him. There was nothing written there—nothing to focus on—but he couldn't bring himself to look up.
The Vice-Headmaster replied, "She's behaving normally, at least on the surface. But Professor Morkel suggested it would be best to place a few roommates with her for now."
It had been a few days since Rhea returned to the academy, and classes had resumed.
No one wanted to talk about what had happened during the break, but it lingered in the air like a shadow.
The quiet whispers in the common halls, the empty seats left behind by students who had lost family in the war… everything was a constant reminder of the pain they had endured.
Rhea was one of them. She had been caught in the chaos. She had seen someone dear to her taken by the storm.
Philius couldn't fully understand her pain, but he had tried. He offered comfort, tried to give her something to hold on to, even if it was just a few hopeful words.
