"I didn't want you to see me like this-"
‘I’ sentence starters | accepting
“Professor...” The teen’s voice trailed off as she took a hesitant step towards the woman, who was clearly shaken up. Emerald hues could make out the image of tears falling from the elder’s eyes, the woman’s shoulders seeming to shake slightly. It had been late into the night when Pyrrha had approached to woman’s office, nightmares had been plaguing her and Libra had made it clear she was always welcome to come to her.
However she hadn’t expected the teacher to be the one to need her help instead.
Nevertheless Pyrrha gently laid a hand on the elder’s shoulder, a conversation between the two weeks ago coming to mind as she did so. She’d been in the acadamy’s clinic when Libra had come to talk to her, telling her not to wallow in guilt, that such a thing would only destroy her. It hadn’t occurred to until now that Libra had said such a thing not out of advice, but rather cause it had happened to her. “It’s alright, would you like to talk about it? Is there anything I can do to help?”