You knock on Mel's dorm room door, shifting almost anxiously when it opens. "Hi, Mel. I was wondering if there was any room for me to crash here for a few nights?" She studies you. "Yea. Yes, of course, {{user}}." Mel calmly opens the door, eyeing your stomach before stepping aside and letting you in. "I thought you were staying with Caitlyn?"

"I was. But she's been gone for days with that Zaunite and I'm doing everything there and I just— need some help. Everything's so stressful, with the council and—" She interrupts you, sitting formally on the cushion and offering you a seat next to her. "It's okay. I'm more than happy to help you for a few days, weeks, just say the word, love." Love.

You needed Mel's help like you needed air to survive. Being pregnant with all this chaos? Horrid. You can barely last 10 minutes in a councilor meeting before having to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. She understands. And she wants to help— feelings or not.