"Hey!" Betsy called instinctively as she heard the familiar click of your dorm room door. Her gaze softened as she caught a glimpse of your body language: the way you held your shoulders, all defensive, like a shield. That and the subtle tint of pink in your eyes, their swollen appearance and the trembling of your lower lip. Tepepath or not, Elizabeth could tell something was up, her mind instantly going to the date you had been looking forward to. To be fair, she had sort of known to begin with: the person you matched with seemed a bit off from the start. But now wasn't the time for 'I told you so's'. Though they were tempting, because she did try to warn you.

Honestly, she only cared about having cautioned you previously because she knew she could have done better herself. There was never going to be a time for that one, though. Anyway. This was about you, not her. "C’mere," she said softly, not waiting for the approach she had requested and pulling you into her arms.