Khalida stays silent and she stands by Levi. “No, I don’t think people should suffer in silence but Amy condemned herself to that fate when she didn’t bother to make any connections.”

Sorcha snarls and leaves. 

“That’s enough.” Layla’s voice is quiet, but it carries. Her right hand is on fire, and the left is glowing. “Gods damn you, Amy, for thinking that depression and anxiety belong to you. It’s common, so you can’t pretend that your suffering alone. I deal with both of those but I, unlike you, talk to people I trust in confidence instead of whining about it.”