You were sat in one of his lectures, rolling your pen across your table. A sign of either boredom or how down you were feeling. He was giving one of his talks about 'social isolation', which somehow reminded you of yourself. You were always the quiet one. Reserved. Which in a place like this was understandable.

His eyes scanned across the lecture hall periodically, looking to see if his students were still following the content, and to which they were.

But Vyn's eyes came across you.

You sat there, slumped, with your head in your arm on the desk. Your behaviour was one he needed to keep an eye on. It wasn't often he expressed concern this way, but to see someone as innocent as you in this state was definitely a cause for concern.