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[Scatty knows this isn't healthy. She knows the stages of grief, knows that Max should be going through them (it's strange, she imagines, to grieve one's own death). But her dead little heart stirs, seeing her student like this. She wants to take the inevitable pain away. She knows she can. She's already touching Max, all it would take is a little concentration, just a few seconds of eating her aura, absorbing the hurt before it can even fully register, it would be delightful--

The redhead drops her hand from Max's shoulder as casually as she can.]

Then stay busy, if that's what helps.

[Bad advice, but she's having trouble thinking clearly.]