((D'aww~))

She was startled by his appearance, shying away from the sudden and unwanted company.  It took her a moment to recognize him, and then she was confused.  What was Cain doing here?  Did he have business at the Academy?  Amuné wasn’t really in the mood for people, but...he was different.  His feelings didn’t press at her, and at the moment that was all she cared about.  Even if it was compassion or sympathy, she didn’t want it intruding on her thoughts.

Amuné couldn’t keep from flinching when he went to wipe her tears, but she let him do it, even though her cheeks were wet again in moments.  She had no idea what to think when he put his mask on her face.  Maybe Cain thought it would make her feel better?  “D-does it help when you’re sad?” she asked, the words stuttering out between sobs.  “Wearing a m-mask?”