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Amihan was feeling less than stellar, actually she was feeling upset. Which shouldn't have been the case since her first class in her new task as the Academy's Flight teacher had gone off without a hitch. The freshlings were adorable, the juniors were good at getting out of a ball's way, and the seniors...

Ah, the seniors. The chimera teacher wanted to put her head down and pretend what had happened didn't happen. In these cases, Amihan knew what she needed to do. Which was why she went and tracked down a familiar face to pour all her troubles out to.

Her knuckles rapped repeatedly at the door, "MISTER SHEFFIEEEEEEELD!!!!"

Letting Ami into his room was likely the best course of action Sheffield could have taken. Normally she would have given up and wandered off to do something else if she thought his room empty. But right now, she was likely to either keep on knocking, or park herself in front of his door until he came back from whatever errand he'd gone out for. The instant she stepped through the threshold, she made a beeline for his bed, kicking off her shoes before climbing onto it.

She hugged her knees against her chest, tail curled around her, wings folded back. Her forehead rested on her knees as if trying to make herself as small as possible. Not an easy feat for a chimera taller than six feet but Ami was giving it her best.

When she finally spoke, her voice was uncharacteristically small, and slightly muffled, "I think I goofed. Bad."

There was no tremble in her voice to suggest crying, no muffled sniffling from her nose either, but Amihan kept her head decidedly against her knees. Her chest expanded as she took a deep breath and held it, just for a second or two as if steeling herself, before answering Sheffield's first question.

"A chimera student asked for a make-up class while she helped me bring the crash-mats back to the gymnasium's storage room." Amihan didn't think it necessary to go into detail about her class itself, "Then a baphomet boy started helping us and I was thinking how wonderful the students at the academy were, being all nice and friendly even to teachers whose class they weren't taking. Next thing I knew, they said I was an adjudicator and I first thought my chimera student meant for her make-up class –which I never said she could have, by the way."

Her tail coiled tighter around herself and she turned her head to face Sheffield. "Apparently they meant a spar and then they started going at it. And they were fast, Mister Sheffield you should have seen these two!" panic was less an undertone and more the whole melody to her words at this point.

The chimera nodded, her heart thumping against her chest as she recounted the rest of what happened. "My dynamic visual acuity's pretty good so I saw it all. Although it wasn't a brawl at first. It was more like a one-sided game of tag, neither landing a hit, which stopped when the baphomet boy caught the chimera by her tail. Then she hit him with her wing and I saw blood on her membrane and I was about to stop them when the baphomet did that thing with your head."

She ended up acting out the head butt, though she made certain Sheffield was well out of the way (no sense in making two trips to the infirmary.) She didn't use this brief pause in her narration to inhale though. That was probably why, when she picked up where she left off, it was still in the same breath. "And then the chimera's mouth was bleeding. I know I put a stop to it and separated them and got between them and I was lecturing them and then I started hyperventilating —Sort of like this," she said, voice squeaky from the lack of air. Was she just acting that out as well? Wait no, she actually was hyperventilating.

The chimera did as instructed, taking a huge gulp of air and letting it out just as suddenly in quick succession while she closed her eyes. This felt almost nostalgic to Amihan as she latched onto Sheffield's voice to steady her and gradually ease her anxiety. Her heart was still hammering in her chest even when her breathing finally evened out, although she managed to unfurl her wings rather than keeping them tightly furled.

When she peeked at her friend's face and saw his expression she couldn't help but giggle. She tried stifling it though because this was serious and Sheffield was trying his best to comfort her and she didn't want him to think it was going to waste. "I-I'll think about doing that, although um," she looked embarrassed and sheepish over what she was going to tell him next, "After I started hyperventilating, the two students had to escort me to the infirmary. Oh but then they apologized, to me and to each other! I sorta eavesdropped on their conversation. It was hard not to!" she reasoned, "All that was between us was a curtain and sound waves may be muffled through fabric but it was a really flimsy curtain."

A beat and she angled herself towards him, leaning so she was just short of resting her head against him before quietly murmuring, "Thank you, Mister Sheffield."

"A flustered Mister Sheffield all red in the face," she repeated. The mere attempt at imagining such a sight had her giggling again. "You'd certainly be a show-stopper to me." She leaned into him, grateful for the support and steady assurance he'd shown her, not just now but even in their university days.

"Funny? Like, what kind of funny?" she asked, tilting her head carefully so that her horns wouldn't snag on fabric until she was looking up at him. "The ha-ha kind of funny, or is this one of those this is actually really strange and or interesting when you think about it kind of funny?" Then she grinned, "Is it both? I bet it's both."