@retiredsunflower cont. from here
❝ ━━ ✧ normally she doesn’t try to be too nosy, but an open door garners a glance of some sort, even for a second. truly, she would have kept on going with her armful of books and her bag slipping from her grasp, but that first glance had quickly given way to a second one because of the situation she saw.
the spindly figure, the tottering stool, the precariously stacked paper: all of it so clearly spells out disaster in her mind. and part of her wonders about injuries and straining one’s self, but she doesn’t voice that.
instead a quickly squeaked ❛ wait, just. hold on a second ! ❜ comes out and she’s dropping her bag at the door and setting her books down next to it. ❛ let me just - ! ❜ and she slaps all five fingers quickly on his leg instead of explaining further.