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Sabine wished there was a way that she could put the dear boy—no not boy, though he was to be one of her students, he was only a few years her junior…she shouldn’t think such things—at ease. It seemed like anything she could possibly do that might cause him to relax made him more on edge. She wasn’t entirely sure why this was, she just knew that she could see it and she could feel it. She always could. It put a weird knot in her chest when those around her weren’t feeling good emotions and that knot would grow as the emotions got worse, and eventually it would make her sick.

Not for the first time, she wished she knew more into why a person was feeling a certain way. But that was not her gift, and she was indeed grateful for the gift she did have. All the same, she wished she could know, it would make it so much easier for her to help. She didn’t realize that it was this, her need to help and her want to make it better that was making it worse for him. She was just a caring soul, she couldn’t help it.

Though part of her truly wished to ask other questions. She had never seen emotions so far muted as his.It made her wonder, it made her question. She wished to know why. She couldn’t help herself, she was a curious soul…it came along with her affinity not telling her why as well as her own personality. She had always been this way and she didn’t shy away from it any longer. But Sabine was also unsure of how he would react to her knowing about his emotions, and she didn’t wish to put him more up in arms than he already was.

Lark apologized and Sabine was quick to correct, easily telling him that he shouldn’t bother. But it was the dear that fluently flowed off her tongue and into the world. She couldn’t help herself, it just was something she did so often. She was quick to keep it in check in the classroom but this was out of her norm and thus the habit of keeping it in check wasn’t as strong as it often was, so it had left her tongue before her mind had been able to catch up with it. An amusing image of parenthood and such kept her from being too mortified.

But all the same she kept a quick eye on his emotions—pushed down as they were—just to see. It was confusion. Now, she hadn’t been expecting that one. Plenty of other emotions that she thought might be possible came to mind but confusion had never crossed hers. She thought that was odd, and couldn’t help the slight tilt of her head as she examined the emotion for a moment. What would cause someone to be confused about being called dear? She couldn’t help her building curiousity. She was just trying her best to keep it in check.

Oh, but being professional was so hard sometimes.

She clucked her tongue, partly disappointed in her own decision to behave herself and keep her questions from leaving her curious and questing mind. Oh but he interested her. She couldn’t help herself. He was much more different than her typical student, and Sabine rarely got out. She kept to her classes, her books, and her cats. She wasn’t much of one for going out because of the temptation to drink and such. So those outside her normal student…tended to set off her question.

Behave, Sabine, she scolded herself gently, and forced herself to pay attention once more. Back on the subject of her cat. She chuckled softly and explained that he was just as any other cat. He was a nut but that was just the way that he was and she was quite fond of him. She nodded at Lark’s word. ”I suppose interesting is a wonderful way to put it, yes” she said, a gentle smile accompanying the words. She was trying to put him at ease still, noticing his rigid behavior and mannerisms and needing to do something to help at least.

He spoke of his weaknesses and she nodded, listening with all the care in the world. She knew what it felt like to admit one’s weakness. Especially for one as old as he was, as old as they both were. It felt like it cost more with age. She hated to admit her alcoholic tendencies and would avoid it at all costs. So she knew how hard it was to admit something such as this, and she gave it all the care it deserved, making sure to put compassion into everything she said, not that that was abnormal for her.

And she knew that her care had been appreciated from his reaction and that made her happy. That was what she was here to do. A professors job was to teach, yes, but caring for her students—however old they may be—and making them feel at ease always came first to her. She nodded slightly, happy, when she noticed that her care had come to good use. It made her feel a bit better. She listened to what he had to say immediately after her answer.

And a smile blossomed on her lips, easily flowing there with such speed that it was obvious that her lips were used to smiling. ”No need to thank me, I do it happily” she assured him right on back. Odd because he had been assuring her first but she wouldn’t get into that. It would only leave her feeling turned around and backwards.

She spoke, taking in what she had noticed, and making mention that she thought a one on one session would be better for him. She was just going off of what she noticed. She found that her suspissions were corrent and once again Sabine smiled. ”Wonderful. I’m free at this time, my classes have been out for a little while around this time each day, so I’m happy to do it now, from now one. As long as you are free?” she questioned gently, a slight raise of a delicate brow accompanying the words.

Words: 1049 - Muse: Not baaaad - Comments; Woooo fail table lol...he absolutely fascinates her. Good start lol

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