Adia smiles tentatively. Thanks." Amelia's body language doesn't entirely agree with those words, but she'll take it for the broader sentiment. The woman obviously cares about her, enough to ask about her situation despite her own grief.
It doesn't entirely surprise her that Amelia can do magic, as it seems to fit in well with the world she is from. She listens to her troubles with sympathetic eyes. Microbiology and magic don't have much in common, but Adia knows what it's like to have one's research not go anywhere. She opens her mouth to commiserate --
And shuts it just as quickly when Amelia looks away. There was a moment it seemed like she might cry. Adia sits there silently, fidgeting with the cover of her book, wishing she had the right words to get at the heart of Amelia's troubles and ease her burden. "That sounds frustrating," she says instead, going with her original response. "Is there another way for you to learn magic, other than from books?"
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It doesn't entirely surprise her that Amelia can do magic, as it seems to fit in well with the world she is from. She listens to her troubles with sympathetic eyes. Microbiology and magic don't have much in common, but Adia knows what it's like to have one's research not go anywhere. She opens her mouth to commiserate --
And shuts it just as quickly when Amelia looks away. There was a moment it seemed like she might cry. Adia sits there silently, fidgeting with the cover of her book, wishing she had the right words to get at the heart of Amelia's troubles and ease her burden. "That sounds frustrating," she says instead, going with her original response. "Is there another way for you to learn magic, other than from books?"