Huzzah! Bella has had a day. There is some tension in her neck.
Bella's life is not hassle-free, but nor is it a constant barrage of stressors. Eventually he's accomplished most of the ostensible purpose of the neckrub. Still feels nice, though, what with him being very careful to moderate the pressure to exactly what suits -
She sits up straight, abruptly.
"Stop."
"Thanks," Bella adds, rearranging her hair to fall over her neck again.
The next day, Bella goes to lunch after Intro Perception - accompanied by a small group of classmates, who disperse when they get to the dining hall - and collects her food and sits at an empty table.
Bella pulls out her notebook and writes this down. "All of them or just some species?"
"Okay." Write write write. "I'm probably going to have to get in touch with some sort of marine explorer type about this."
"And it might make the most sense to save the entire thing until I've done enough subtle arts classes to be able to mindtalk without having to share a language, so I can have actual conversations with the people I'm 'discovering' instead of just noting that they exist."