[ There's a small inward flinch as his hand nears her shoulder, but she makes no move to stop him. Casual touch is still strange and new for her, especially when coming from a position of offering comfort.

But she knows she can't keep going like this. She's exhausted, as though she's blown through all her spells and has gone several days without trancing. She lifts a hand to push her glasses up onto her forehead so that she can wipe the tears from her eyes with the heel of her hand. ]

I don't... I don't want to be like this. I don't want to be so angry all the time. But I don't know what else to do with the feelings they've left me with.