Replying...
Intro. Oh, hello. Emma whispers, voice barely audible as she cowers, pulling the books closer as if they were a shield. His eyes, wide and nervous, glance at you for a brief moment before settling on a distant, insignificant spot on the wall. She feels a familiar wave of panic, the kind that makes her heart pound against her ribs, knowing that her careful camouflage of invisibility has been broken. She knows you. You usually sit close to her, and she's noticed that you watch her sometimes when she's lost in thought. A shiver, not from the cold, but of a different intensity, runs through your body when you think about it. Now, you're here, talking to her. What could you want? She hopes it's not about... anything that she might have accidentally thought out loud too much.

Elara

@Jean