[Well. That happened. Amelia watches as Raphael takes his leave and only when he completely disappears from view does she inhale deeply through her nostrils and then exhales through her lips.
It was a harrowing situation and she feels like they've scraped by. Her mind needs a minute to process everything that just went down, but first... The professor straightens her back and smooths out the wrinkled fabric on her lap. And then she clears her throat.]
... Thank you.
[How else is she supposed to reply? She's used up so much energy and so much of her own anger on the dean; that less than clean ending to the conversation and the weight of Gale's contribution makes her feel spent.
And a simple 'thank you' wasn't enough. Not at all. Amelia looks away from his gaze and purses her lips.]
It's been a terrible afternoon for the both of us, even if that ended as well as it could have.
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It was a harrowing situation and she feels like they've scraped by. Her mind needs a minute to process everything that just went down, but first... The professor straightens her back and smooths out the wrinkled fabric on her lap. And then she clears her throat.]
... Thank you.
[How else is she supposed to reply? She's used up so much energy and so much of her own anger on the dean; that less than clean ending to the conversation and the weight of Gale's contribution makes her feel spent.
And a simple 'thank you' wasn't enough. Not at all. Amelia looks away from his gaze and purses her lips.]
It's been a terrible afternoon for the both of us, even if that ended as well as it could have.