6 Mar 2021, 04:08
Figuring It Out
@Kelsey BrumbyAs they say, the only constant thing in the world is change - completely ironic, but undeniably true. It could happen slowly and we would not notice it until it is there or it could zoom in and knock you out faster than you can say “blatched”. We can’t usually stop it either. Hence, we human beings are forced to adapt as nature dictates. If we don’t, then we can’t survive. Needless to say we’ve come a long way from basic evolutionary needs, but often times life feels just like a struggle to survive.
It feels like a struggle to survive.”
The past few months and the last year had been a struggle for Maria. So much had happened - from the arrival of the newest family member, to Aaron, to dueling, to every odd occurrence that happened in and out of Hogwarts, it all happened so fast. It was like being at a symphony with every score in allegro and crescendo and no intermission. There was no time to breathe.
Naturally, it felt suffocating.
But for someone Maria’s age was it simply felt like something was wrong. A full range of emotion was something she’d yet to be acquainted with, and accordingly the more complicated ones were unfamiliar territory. Young as she was, Maria did not see this.
Her current state felt more like an ailment, like it was more likely that she ate a bad pumpkin pasty at dinner. It wasn’t as though this was her first adjustment difficulty - she still clearly remembered when she broke down into tears in the trophy room in her first year. She was sure she could hold it together after that. But then again she never expected the occurrences that would take place in the months after.
The distress was clearly written on her face, in the rest of her appearance and in her behavior. Even now as she made her way through the halls, anyone who saw her would probably think that she’d come from a tussle with a pixie. Her hair was in disarray. The fly away and baby hairs deciding to play along with the general theme of “angsty teenager” by sticking out and standing up. Her shoulders were slumped and she had bags under her eyes as a testimony to her restlessness and tiredness. These days her eyes always seemed miles away in deep thought. She looked as tired as she felt. She didn’t have much of an appetite either.
She’d mostly ignored it at first, thinking that perhaps it was just the weather, or perhaps it was just an off day or two. But when the weather cleared up and her off day turned into days (and after she’d burst into tears because she spilled her ink well) she decided it was time to for a visit to the Hospital Wing.
Upon her arrival her eyes scanned the area for the older man. “H-Hello? Nurse Brumby?” She called out.
Tryna solve a problem like Maria.
Stats:Stamina 8||Evasion 7||Strength 5 || Wisdom 8 || Arcane Power 8 ||| Accuracy 9
9 Mar 2021, 15:54
Figuring It Out
As was usual in his adult life, the days seemed to go by at an alarming pace. Every day he had things to do, he did them, and then the day was over. It was like a blur of obligations, nothing seemed like it would ever compare to what it felt like to be young and running around with the whole world ahead of him. Now that he knew what he wanted, and was there, it almost felt like the adventure of life was over. He could almost feel his dreams leaking through his shoes into the floor as the wore himself out walking back and forth down the aisles.
Part of him knew it wasn't true, that there was still so much more life had to offer, but he also felt something of a sting when he saw that it was Friday, and how that time of the week no longer brought any kind of excitement. Outside, children were screaming and running around like mad at the idea of classes being out for the next few days, and their freedom likely felt absolutely endless.
Not for everyone though, as was clearly evidence by the girl walking zombie-like into the wing. Having been stopped during a rare moment of wistful nostalgia, he wouldn't be approaching her with the usual skip in his step nor ear-to-ear smile. She looked like she had just gotten out of the washing machine after a full cycle, which was not a look he really expected from someone so crazy young. It reminded him more of an over-worked secretary or a masters college grad plugging away their life on a computer at a coffee shop. Having been at a window, his location hadn't been obvious, but moving over to greet her, she'd see he hadn't been far away.
"What's up?" Kels would appraise her, though it didn't look like she was wounded as far as he could tell. Exhausted was more like it. "Tell me all about it."
Part of him knew it wasn't true, that there was still so much more life had to offer, but he also felt something of a sting when he saw that it was Friday, and how that time of the week no longer brought any kind of excitement. Outside, children were screaming and running around like mad at the idea of classes being out for the next few days, and their freedom likely felt absolutely endless.
Not for everyone though, as was clearly evidence by the girl walking zombie-like into the wing. Having been stopped during a rare moment of wistful nostalgia, he wouldn't be approaching her with the usual skip in his step nor ear-to-ear smile. She looked like she had just gotten out of the washing machine after a full cycle, which was not a look he really expected from someone so crazy young. It reminded him more of an over-worked secretary or a masters college grad plugging away their life on a computer at a coffee shop. Having been at a window, his location hadn't been obvious, but moving over to greet her, she'd see he hadn't been far away.
"What's up?" Kels would appraise her, though it didn't look like she was wounded as far as he could tell. Exhausted was more like it. "Tell me all about it."
@Maria Dee
15 Mar 2021, 14:52
Figuring It Out
@Kelsey BrumbyThe sound of Nurse Brumby’s voice startled the distraught girl, making her jump a little. Her eyes darted around the room to find the person she was looking for by the window. How could she have missed that? Normally she would have seen him right away, or at least in a shorter amount of time than now. She always noticed that the man gave off a vibrant, radiant energy, even if he was among sick and hurt people a lot.
She felt his gaze on her, was looking at her, probably observing her to assess if anything was wrong. In the moment Maria felt like she wanted to fold in on herself. She felt scrutinized - like he could see right through her. But then again, wasn’t that the whole point of her visit? At that moment she wasn’t quite sure it was a good idea anymore.
She did not meet his eyes. Instead, she wrung her hands and kept her gaze focused there. The feelings of unease and a tightness gathered in her chest. Her mouth opened and closed trying to get the right words out.
“I’m actually not quite sure.” The younger Hufflepuff admitted as she approached. How does one describe what she was feeling? There was no exact description, only vague, irregular, seemingly unrelated things that all tied together into one whole bad time. “I can’t really describe it. It’s just… a really bad feeling. It’s been causing me a lot of trouble, Nurse Brumby.” Once more she tried to find a way to make the nurse see what she meant. She looked out the window they stood by, the afternoon light making her warm toned skin look even warmer. If only that warmth could reach further.
“It’s been really heavy lately, like I’m swimming in quicksand. I haven’t been getting a wink of sleep either. Then there’s this odd feeling in my chest, and then there’s the puking and the food doesn’t taste right, and… and…” Just as quickly as she’d escalated to rambling she was at a loss of words again. Reminiscent of the dark clouds that sometimes graced their Scottish skies, Maria’s brown eyes darkened and glistened with tears, all the pent up emotions like vapor accumulating in the atmosphere. Then the rain came.
It started as an overwhelming wave of feelings and then it became too much to handle. “And…and I-I…I just don’t know what’s happening Nurse Brumby.” Tears started falling she was now stammering. She couldn’t find the right words that could describe what was happening in her mind, nor did she really have the understanding to do so. Maria felt smaller and deflated, like something burst somewhere deep down and shook her resolve. A dam for all the pent up feelings had given way and was now taking over everything in its path. A stray tears soon became a steady stream as her shoulders shook and sobs started coming out of her. “W-what’s wrong w-with m-me?” She would hiccup at the nurse.
Tryna solve a problem like Maria.
Stats:Stamina 8||Evasion 7||Strength 5 || Wisdom 8 || Arcane Power 8 ||| Accuracy 9
19 Mar 2021, 00:31
Figuring It Out
His observations might have not come up with anything obviously wrong-- no bleeding, nothing broken-- but the way she averted her gaze and crumpled against even the smallest push was a sign in and of itself. Whatever it was, she was either extremely self-conscious about it, or struggling to admit it. He might have still been relatively young, but 12 years of experience was nothing to sniff at. Arguably, he had observed tons more, such as the patients his mum treated when he was growing up. Everyone had their own hang-ups about seeking help.
When she did get some words out, it seemed like confusion. A bad feeling that was causing trouble... like... stress, fear, anxiety? There were so many feelings that fit that description, Kels' mouth would skew left and right, unable to scrutinize anything at all from what she said. Instead, he waited to see if she would add more, which she thankfully did. Much more concrete: pressure, insomnia, and inability to keep food down. As she spoke though, she ended abruptly, now showing the telltale signs of open weeping.
It broke his big dumb heart every time, seeing kids crying. His reaction would be quick, his features mirroring hers by saddening as she wept, and pulling the wilting badger into a supportive hug. She wouldn't have to exert the strength to stand or hold her tears back, he lifted her up and pat her back. "Awww, it's okay. It's okay." That would be his first prescription-- she had definitely needed a hug.
Setting her back down on one of the hospital beds, he let her go and pulled up one of the wooden chairs usually set aside for visitors, sitting down and leaning back as she slowed her sobbing enough to possibly hear him. "Take yer time." Now, his smile would be back, though his brow showed he was still concerned. "As fer what's wrong... let me ask ya a few questions..."
Adjusting in the slightly uncomfortable chair, and assuming she would agree, he continued, "When ya try to go to sleep, what's stoppin' you? Physical pain? Yer thoughts?" He held up one finger for one question, then lifted another, "Are ya feelin' hopeful? Restless? Havin' trouble concentratin'?"
He shook his head, feeling as if that wasn't the right approach, instead using his hand to scratch at the five o'clock shadow he was sporting.
"Actually, why don'cha jes' tell me whatever yer thinkin' about? Do ya need some tea?"
When she did get some words out, it seemed like confusion. A bad feeling that was causing trouble... like... stress, fear, anxiety? There were so many feelings that fit that description, Kels' mouth would skew left and right, unable to scrutinize anything at all from what she said. Instead, he waited to see if she would add more, which she thankfully did. Much more concrete: pressure, insomnia, and inability to keep food down. As she spoke though, she ended abruptly, now showing the telltale signs of open weeping.
It broke his big dumb heart every time, seeing kids crying. His reaction would be quick, his features mirroring hers by saddening as she wept, and pulling the wilting badger into a supportive hug. She wouldn't have to exert the strength to stand or hold her tears back, he lifted her up and pat her back. "Awww, it's okay. It's okay." That would be his first prescription-- she had definitely needed a hug.
Setting her back down on one of the hospital beds, he let her go and pulled up one of the wooden chairs usually set aside for visitors, sitting down and leaning back as she slowed her sobbing enough to possibly hear him. "Take yer time." Now, his smile would be back, though his brow showed he was still concerned. "As fer what's wrong... let me ask ya a few questions..."
Adjusting in the slightly uncomfortable chair, and assuming she would agree, he continued, "When ya try to go to sleep, what's stoppin' you? Physical pain? Yer thoughts?" He held up one finger for one question, then lifted another, "Are ya feelin' hopeful? Restless? Havin' trouble concentratin'?"
He shook his head, feeling as if that wasn't the right approach, instead using his hand to scratch at the five o'clock shadow he was sporting.
"Actually, why don'cha jes' tell me whatever yer thinkin' about? Do ya need some tea?"
@Maria Dee
25 Mar 2021, 03:25
Figuring It Out
@Kelsey BrumbyAs her emotions grew, her initial reaction soon evolved into full on ugly crying. Her sobbing sounded like wailing now, and her body stiffened. Tightness in her chest was back, and it made her clutch her uniform in clenched fists. Looking back, she would probably think she looked like an uprooted baby Mandrake. Her knees gave way when Nurse Brumby hugged her and situated her on the hospital bed. Normally, she would be embarrassed to be hugged and plopped down somewhere. It felt childish, something that her mother never really did, and something her father had long stopped doing.
If this happened at home one could imagine her mother would employ her own brand of “motherly comfort” – a brief hug, a rub on the back, some words of comfort, and a bowl of Maria’s favorite food. Most of the time it worked. Actually, it had to. That was the only way she knew how to do it. Had Laura seen her now the mother would not know what to do. She’d probably ask Maria’s father for help, and he would likely hug Maria and sit with her in silence. His introverted nature and experiences in life because of his writing made him the more empathetic between the two, but physical affection was not his strong suit either.
She went on crying for a while. There were moments when she’d fall a little quiet only to break out into more sobs. It was scary to her that she felt so out of control with how she was feeling, but as the tears flowed it felt like some of the weight was lifted from her. The feelings overwhelmed and consumed her entirely.
Eventually the sea of raging emotions ebbed and she was only left with puffy eyes, shaky breathing and a sob here and there. Her gaze still seemed far away, but she was calmer now. The storm had reached land and winded through. Now she was left with the debris and the silence of the aftermath. She heard Brumby ask his first few questions but she was not really sure how to answer, or in the right mind to. Even when she became a little more lucid, she still did not know what he meant. Thoughts before bed? How could that be related to any illness? “I-I’m not quite sure what you mean, what does that have to do with anything?” Her voice was raspy and her throat felt dry. She wanted to meet his eyes when she asked her question but did not have the willpower too “Maybe some water, please.” She asked as she continued to fidget with her hands.
Tryna solve a problem like Maria.
Stats:Stamina 8||Evasion 7||Strength 5 || Wisdom 8 || Arcane Power 8 ||| Accuracy 9
1 Apr 2021, 17:26
Figuring It Out
The poor kid cried onwards, the pathetic sound echoing around the tall walls of the wing where things had otherwise been fairly silent. Even though Kels was a bombastic personality, the area was not reflective of him, but of the solemn seriousness of healing. Whether it was screaming loudly or sobbing silently, the 'hospital vibe' was unavoidable. He wouldn't betray his advise to take her time, and instead pull out one of the cotton blankets they kept in storage underneath the beds and put it on her shoulders.
When she started talking again, it seemed all his yammering had confused her. Not exactly an unforeseen reaction, as he often had trouble finding the right words to say. He was a nurse, not a therapist, and he had a strong suspicion she thought this was a medical problem. That was how kids were, they had brains that adamantly figured things out, but only a limited database to pull information from. If he was more callous, he could turn her away and tell her it wasn't his problem, but he was the opposite of callous. Soft.
"It might." He answered her question only briefly, before she asked for some water. Popping up with speed uncharacteristic for his age, he jogged over to where a pitcher was ready with some drinking water and a clean griffin beaker for a glass. He brought them over to the side table, pouring one and handing it to her. He normally used to to boil for tea, but a boiling hot beverage wouldn't attend to her hydration quickly enough. "Here ya go."
Whether she took it or not, he'd continue with his questioning, as she seemed to have calmed down considerably. He just had to find a way to say it that didn't just make things worse. Still, he could hardly stop himself from just blurting out whatever ran through his stream of consciousness.
"Sometimes... yer body reacts to stress by producin' certain hormones. Not jes' stress neither, but fear, loss, an' uhhhhh... stuff like that." Going great so far. "Also, neurotransmitters... hmm... yer brain sometimes makes chemicals too, an' yer thoughts and whatever can effect things like sleep and appetite."
He hoped that made sense, but all he could really do was try. Wanting to help wasn't always the only thing one needed to actually help, as he was well aware. He wanted to be careful, but he wasn't actually sure how to be when it came to these kinds of things. "That's why I wanna know how yer feelin'. Ya could be makin' yerself sick with worry."
When she started talking again, it seemed all his yammering had confused her. Not exactly an unforeseen reaction, as he often had trouble finding the right words to say. He was a nurse, not a therapist, and he had a strong suspicion she thought this was a medical problem. That was how kids were, they had brains that adamantly figured things out, but only a limited database to pull information from. If he was more callous, he could turn her away and tell her it wasn't his problem, but he was the opposite of callous. Soft.
"It might." He answered her question only briefly, before she asked for some water. Popping up with speed uncharacteristic for his age, he jogged over to where a pitcher was ready with some drinking water and a clean griffin beaker for a glass. He brought them over to the side table, pouring one and handing it to her. He normally used to to boil for tea, but a boiling hot beverage wouldn't attend to her hydration quickly enough. "Here ya go."
Whether she took it or not, he'd continue with his questioning, as she seemed to have calmed down considerably. He just had to find a way to say it that didn't just make things worse. Still, he could hardly stop himself from just blurting out whatever ran through his stream of consciousness.
"Sometimes... yer body reacts to stress by producin' certain hormones. Not jes' stress neither, but fear, loss, an' uhhhhh... stuff like that." Going great so far. "Also, neurotransmitters... hmm... yer brain sometimes makes chemicals too, an' yer thoughts and whatever can effect things like sleep and appetite."
He hoped that made sense, but all he could really do was try. Wanting to help wasn't always the only thing one needed to actually help, as he was well aware. He wanted to be careful, but he wasn't actually sure how to be when it came to these kinds of things. "That's why I wanna know how yer feelin'. Ya could be makin' yerself sick with worry."
@Maria Dee
24 May 2021, 15:55
Figuring It Out
@Kelsey BrumbyMaria accepted the water with shaking hands, only barely noting that it came in a beaker instead of a glass. Normally she would’ve made a quip on the observation, but she was not herself at this time. She barely registered his presence, let alone what was happening around her. All the negative emotion felt like a volatile cocktail messing up her mind. She did, however hear his answer to her question. However, it was not what she was expecting.
“Is.. is this puberty?” She threw the Nurse an exasperated look, clearly not understanding what he was trying to tell her. At this point her brain was not processing things as it should’ve. It was too overcome with the wall of emotion that came up and smacked her in the face. She came here looking for answers but the ones the man before her provided were not the ones she expected.
Puberty, she thought, as she assumed that was what he meant was the least of her problems at this point – or anyone’s really. There was far too much going on at the school and around them for them to worry about trivial things.
“Why shouldn’t I be worrying? There’s so much going on and so many people involved and.. and..” Maria’s breathing picked up and soon she was in visible distress again. There were no tears time this around but the panic was clear and her face. She could feel the tingling on her skin and the tightness in her chest again as her eyes darted around the room. “I think I’m going to be sick.” She breathed. The familiar feeling crept up from her stomach. “May I have a bucket, please?” This was clearly not going as anyone hoped it would.
Tryna solve a problem like Maria.
Stats:Stamina 8||Evasion 7||Strength 5 || Wisdom 8 || Arcane Power 8 ||| Accuracy 9
7 Jun 2021, 18:17
Figuring It Out
Kels thought he was pretty well-prepared for this encounter. Stressed out kids pushing themselves too hard were everywhere, especially in such a large school where it was hard to stand out. Hydration, rest, and laughter were his general remedies for stress, as someone who didn't have the training to suggest behavioral therapy or major lifestyle changes. 'Puberty' was one he was not expecting to be pegged as the culprit, and the shock of hearing it called out made him burst into a fit of laughter. Highly inappropriate, of course, but it was like the punchline to a joke, the timing and delivery was too funny.
Trying to gather himself as to not make the kid think he was laughing at her (another dreaded case of bad bedside manner), the kid was just crying her eyes out! He shook his head, waving his arms like trying to erase his reaction. "Sorry, sorry... bahaha... I mean, puberty can definitely raise your stress levels too." Maybe he was just making things worse?
Her body visibly changed when she started to talk about her worries, Kels finally noticing something he actually was sure about, besides what mostly seemed like normal emotional growing pains. Rapid eye movements, sweat, difficulty breathing... she asked for a bucket, and Kels looked around in a panic for the closest thing nearby. He didn't just have a bucket for sick by every bed! There was at least a wastebasket for litter that was empty from being cleaned already that day, lightweight wicker so not hard to handle. He'd swipe it from the floor and hand it over to her.
"I see..." He said, this time a bit more seriously and deep in thought. He'd seen plenty of people vomiting in his life, so if she started doing so, he wouldn't be phased or thrown off his concentration. "Hey, try breathin' the same as me, concentrate on that fer a second."
After the short instruction, Kels would start the slow inhale and exhale using his hand going up and down to denote the pattern even more clearly. If she followed along, he would keep doing the exercise until her own breath evened out. "Keep doin' that." Depending on how the exercise went, he'd check her heart rate using her neck, make sure her system was cooling down instead of hyping up.
"Y'know... jes' because things are bad, doesn't mean y'have to worry about them all the time. There's always somethin' goin' on." He started to say, though he felt pretty unconvincing. He would probably have balked at such a weak lecture in his childhood days. "What's happenin' is that you've started panicking when y'think about all the stuff that's worrying you. It's like a computer being overloaded by a million errors and exploding!"
Not a good example... well, whatever.
Trying to gather himself as to not make the kid think he was laughing at her (another dreaded case of bad bedside manner), the kid was just crying her eyes out! He shook his head, waving his arms like trying to erase his reaction. "Sorry, sorry... bahaha... I mean, puberty can definitely raise your stress levels too." Maybe he was just making things worse?
Her body visibly changed when she started to talk about her worries, Kels finally noticing something he actually was sure about, besides what mostly seemed like normal emotional growing pains. Rapid eye movements, sweat, difficulty breathing... she asked for a bucket, and Kels looked around in a panic for the closest thing nearby. He didn't just have a bucket for sick by every bed! There was at least a wastebasket for litter that was empty from being cleaned already that day, lightweight wicker so not hard to handle. He'd swipe it from the floor and hand it over to her.
"I see..." He said, this time a bit more seriously and deep in thought. He'd seen plenty of people vomiting in his life, so if she started doing so, he wouldn't be phased or thrown off his concentration. "Hey, try breathin' the same as me, concentrate on that fer a second."
After the short instruction, Kels would start the slow inhale and exhale using his hand going up and down to denote the pattern even more clearly. If she followed along, he would keep doing the exercise until her own breath evened out. "Keep doin' that." Depending on how the exercise went, he'd check her heart rate using her neck, make sure her system was cooling down instead of hyping up.
"Y'know... jes' because things are bad, doesn't mean y'have to worry about them all the time. There's always somethin' goin' on." He started to say, though he felt pretty unconvincing. He would probably have balked at such a weak lecture in his childhood days. "What's happenin' is that you've started panicking when y'think about all the stuff that's worrying you. It's like a computer being overloaded by a million errors and exploding!"
Not a good example... well, whatever.
@Maria Dee
15 Jun 2021, 12:58
Figuring It Out
@Kelsey BrumbyWhen the Nurse burst into laughter at Maria’s mention of puberty, the young girl only returned a uninterested look. Partially because she was in far too much distress to find anything funny, and mostly because she’d yet to understand the humor that came with conversations on the most awkward stage of human development. The panic-induced churning in her stomach did nothing to help either, but fortunately Nurse Brumby remedied that by handing her a small receptacle.
Once it was in her hands, the girl had only begun to say thank you before she was lurching into the basket. It went on for a while, as she expelled the meal she’d had prior like it was a malevolent spirit that her body was trying to reject. She was also sobbing, and hiccupping, which made the tears and snot run down her face.
Eventually, she stopped puking. Embarrassed, and all too weak from that episode, she put the basket down with shaking hands and wiped her mouth with her handkerchief, and her nose with her sleeve. Then she took a gulp of water again. There was no poise to any of this, but that all went out the window the second she’d started crying. She was exhausted.
The young badger did as the older man said, breathing with him, and finally, at some point she was coherent enough to hear him speak. It was the least she could do after poor Nurse Brumby had to witness that fiasco. “…there’s always something going on.” She would mumble back. “It’s either fire, or mosps, or hags or protests.” It seemed as though she still had some fight in her, as she almost spat out every word louder than the other. Her slumped form then looked out the window, and she calmed down again “Or brothers, and boys.”Those came out much softer. They were things she didn’t know how to feel about. They did not deserve anger or spite.
Finally, she looked at him dejectedly, her eyes droopy and her shoulders dropped. As everything came crashing down, she felt like she’d hit a low she hadn’t felt before, and right now she didn’t have the strength to get up. “I’m tired Nurse Brumby.” The tears that once came in rushes now only trickled down as drops. “Really tired.”
Tryna solve a problem like Maria.
Stats:Stamina 8||Evasion 7||Strength 5 || Wisdom 8 || Arcane Power 8 ||| Accuracy 9
24 Jun 2021, 16:02
Figuring It Out
The girl let it all out. That is, she blew chunks. She was a mess from head to toe, and it was not hard to see that this was the end stop of a lot of junk that was building up. She tried to clean herself up with her sleeve, to which Kels pulled out his wand for one of his most used spells. "Scourgify." Erasing any trace of vomit and boogers that might have left a trace on her clothing or the bed. He'd gingerly take the wastebasket from her as she tried to set it down and set it aside far enough away that the smell might not trigger a second volley.
As her breathing slowed, she gain a modicum of composure back. It likely also had to do with the fact that she 'got it all out', though this time in the sense of actually talking about how upset she was. She was at least following along with him, still talking, which was great. She certainly seemed to have her fair share of troubles if she was involved in all that at her age, and he could only do so much to protect her from it. He had seen what happened in the Hufflepuff common room over Christmas, for instance. The magical world was fraught with unknown dangers, and no one was ever really prepared for it. Still, didn't it seem like she was seeking out more than she could handle?
"Always." He'd reiterate, a pointed finger out to emphasize his point. "Through all'a it y'only got yerself and yer health. Without those, yer not helpin' anyone."
He wouldn't know if this old man wisdom would translate, it was something people usually only learned through trial and error, or after having enough meltdowns to realize they couldn't destroy themselves for other people. He wasn't going to be the one to make her see what he saw though, especially with her next words. He shook his head enthusiastically, gesturing to the bed she was sitting on.
"Sounds like yer body is tellin' you t'sleep, then." Kels would get back up, reaching into the bedside cabinet for one of the heavier blankets he kept in there to unfurl over her in the occasion that she started to actually lie down. If not, he'd just hold it in his arms. "That's my hot nurse tip of the day: rest when yer tired."
As her breathing slowed, she gain a modicum of composure back. It likely also had to do with the fact that she 'got it all out', though this time in the sense of actually talking about how upset she was. She was at least following along with him, still talking, which was great. She certainly seemed to have her fair share of troubles if she was involved in all that at her age, and he could only do so much to protect her from it. He had seen what happened in the Hufflepuff common room over Christmas, for instance. The magical world was fraught with unknown dangers, and no one was ever really prepared for it. Still, didn't it seem like she was seeking out more than she could handle?
"Always." He'd reiterate, a pointed finger out to emphasize his point. "Through all'a it y'only got yerself and yer health. Without those, yer not helpin' anyone."
He wouldn't know if this old man wisdom would translate, it was something people usually only learned through trial and error, or after having enough meltdowns to realize they couldn't destroy themselves for other people. He wasn't going to be the one to make her see what he saw though, especially with her next words. He shook his head enthusiastically, gesturing to the bed she was sitting on.
"Sounds like yer body is tellin' you t'sleep, then." Kels would get back up, reaching into the bedside cabinet for one of the heavier blankets he kept in there to unfurl over her in the occasion that she started to actually lie down. If not, he'd just hold it in his arms. "That's my hot nurse tip of the day: rest when yer tired."
@Maria Dee