But some folks seemed more affected. She'd noticed worried looks at meals, shaking hands at lessons, and heard her peers pacing the common area of the barracks at night. There were a number of candidates fresh to the sands, but even more seemed worried than usual. That was why today she'd staked out a comfy chair in the corner of the common area. Usually she'd not miss a chance to turn in early, but...shards. She hated to see that stress on her friends, her family, after a fashion.
When she spotted someone looking rather distressed (though perhaps not nervous, not on a fellow that sturdy looking), she opted to make herself available. "Hey," she called out, lifting a hand with a casual, almost shrugging smile. "VTOL in your cap?" She thrust a chin towards the chair next to hers. "Or just tired? you look done in, either way."
Prism Shine