Vanya is staring down into his uneaten oatmeal and ignoring the new arrival. 

....Okay, whatever, he's clearly not getting an explanation right this second. Raleigh carries his tray off to look for Marcy or Bella. 

"If you mean the Scholomance it's been alright so far. At least for me. I feel bad for that one girl who decided it was too much on the first day."

"- Wait, what happened?" 

"I overheard a girl planning to go into the void and not come back. The first person she talked to tried to talk her out of it but... it didn't go well."

"....She was planning to do what. Would that work - don't you normally just get spat back out speaking in tongues?" 

Vanya is still holding perfectly still, but it's suddenly in a rigid-tense sort of way. 

Gaaaaaaaaaaaah this is really not what they needed today! 

"I don't know, I don't see her here but that would probably be the case if she was void touched too. I didn't get her room number but I know who she gave it to. I could point them out if you like."

"Um, any idea if she was an enclaver? Or where she was from?" 

"She had a power sharer. I didn't catch which Enclave she was from though."

"...Seems worth checking in. You said she gave her room number to someone?" 

"The person she gave her room number to is named Annisa." Ribo cranes her neck and looks around before pointing to Annisa. "I think that's her."

Sigh. "That's really tragic. Whether or not she - actually did it, honestly. ...Guess I'd better go ask her." 

Landon leaves. 

"I'm done eating," Vanya says flatly. "I'm going back to my room." 

"No you're not," Larisa says, which is not the most graceful way of handling this but she's all out of social niceties for the day. 

Landon, looking visibly stressed, marches over to the table where the pointed-out girl is sitting. 

It takes a few moments but Ribo connects the dots. She starts to say something then stops then starts to speak again. "If you'd like I might be able to figure out what meds would help. I also know some pretty effective sleep spells."

Vanya stares at his plate and doesn't acknowledge this. 

Larisa turns to Ribo, though. "...Huh, really? I - do you think there are really meds that could help?" 

"It depends on a lot of things, if it's a result of trauma that can be harder to treat with medication than more chemically based issues but meds can help even there."

"Huh. ...You some sort of expert on the subject?" 

"My Mother is very good at dealing with all kinds of things and I've learned some of what she knows. I mostly know diagnostics and ways to evaluate things because that's ... safer. Trying to fix mental problems directly is really risky unless you're very skilled."

"Oh, wow. Really wish there was any way to get your mother's input, then! But...yeah, we don't really have any, um, contacts here with that expertise. I was thinking of the school nurse, maybe? But I'd want to feel her out first - last year's was fine but I did not like the nurse who was here my freshman year. But if you'd be willing to talk with him a bit, that's a favour we would appreciate loads." And one which could be repaid in other favours of Ribo's choice. Larisa doesn't have to add that part out loud.