"Kinda, yeah," Loki says, coming in to sit awkwardly on the desk chair.

She sits on her bed, waiting patiently for Loki to speak.

"Some of my friends in one of my classes stopped talking to me," she says after a bit of struggling with the words.

"Do you know why?"

"No. Raine hasn't talked to me and Mal said a lot of stuff about us being different ages even though that didn't matter before."

"I'm sorry. That sounds tough."

"...It is. Yeah."

"What do you want to have happen?"

"...Them to be magically my friends again. But I can't have that. Or can't without being a bully."

"Real life's unfortunate like that. Do you want to try to win them back non-magically?"

"...No. They left me. It'd... No. I don't want to - be pathetic at them."

"I don't think wanting to be friends is necessarily pathetic, but - I understand where you're coming from."

"Yeah."

"This. Just. It sucks."

"Seems like it would." Hug?

Hug! Clingy hug.

She lets Loki hold on for as long as she needs, patting her back.

She lets go eventually.

"Thanks."

"I - thanks."

"Think there's... Nothing I actually wanna do right now. Especially if they won't say why..."

"I could ask for you, if you'd like?"

She considers that, but shakes her head.

"No. I - have other friends, anyways."

Smile.

"Alright. If you ever need anything, I'm here, okay?"

"Okay."

She heads out, goes to find somewhere to curl up in the library, and - just reads, in between thinking.

She'll... Probably be okay, pretty soon, she thinks.