The reaction is nigh instantaneous. He sinks into the air behind him, shrinking uncertainly with wary eyes on her face. His arms wrap around himself protectively.
"Oh. …Yeah."
Minerva rolls up her sleeves and gives Ben a once over, taking in his less-than-confident appearance.
He reminds her of a bird that never learned to fly. Instead, he shivers in his nest during the winter and waits for spring instead of doing what his instincts tell him to do.
She thinks he needs a guide to spread those wings. Just a little push in the right direction.
"I wouldn't worry about it, Ben." She says with a gentle tone."You seem completely sound of mind to me, and well, I've known a few people who weren't. I bet it feels terrible though."















