"How are we feeling?" she inquires.
"Not so good, huh?" sighs Chelsa. "And you're not making friends around here as fast as I hoped you would, either..." She lifts her hands.
"There, there, you'll settle in soon, you're among friends," says Chelsa tiredly, and her hands make patterns, and Harley is very distinctly among friends.
"Well, since you can't, you should really try to be comfortable here," says Chelsa reasonably.
"I don't understand why he's so upset," Chelsa sighs, looking at Corona.
"I don't have anything else I can do for him. Does he miss whoever he used to live with, is that it?" She's holding her hands out palms-forward, now, not working, just inspecting.
"But you're happier than he is and you don't miss anyone from home," Chelsa says.
Chelsa hmmmms. "Well, we can try it that way and see what happens," she sighs.