The mystical reassurance that everything will be okay is great and all, but Nia's building walls in her head the moment she wakes up. Shoving this new, highly personal information about six other students into the back of her mind and bricking it over on the walk to the lodge, a storm cloud hanging over her. She hopes they will do her the same courtesy.
When MACUSA sits her down on a cot in the atrium and ask for a statement, though, it all rushes out - the dream, the woods, the mine, the moonstone; and then, unable to stop, the fear of the school closing, and her scholarship and her father and, oh god, her mother - until it feels like there's nothing left of her but skin. Thick skin, at least. But, otherwise empty.
She should get up. She should be useful. But she just sits on that cot when the MACUSA reps leave her and Nia lets her head slump into her forearms, instead.
Nia (Open)
When MACUSA sits her down on a cot in the atrium and ask for a statement, though, it all rushes out - the dream, the woods, the mine, the moonstone; and then, unable to stop, the fear of the school closing, and her scholarship and her father and, oh god, her mother - until it feels like there's nothing left of her but skin. Thick skin, at least. But, otherwise empty.
She should get up. She should be useful. But she just sits on that cot when the MACUSA reps leave her and Nia lets her head slump into her forearms, instead.