Born From The Fear[Ajora, Hiroe ]

Vulnerability was arguably the last thing Hiroe expected from Ajora. As she said, she as well as everyone else had this ideal image of her in their head. A calculated prodigy. Inquisitive. Teachable. Yet, she'd presented something that stood in stark contrast, and possibly even altered that image she'd built in her mind. Pulled into a hug, she quietly listened to the woman reveal her heartfelt opinion on the matter. Hiroe's eyes blinked at the casual revelation of an excursion into the outer districts. She didn't care about running away. She survived. She lived to see another day.

Even if it was momentary, hearing that had alleviated some of the stress that had built up in her spirit. Maybe... she was overthinking things. Perhaps, it was a matter of pride, something that she wanted to achieve, to pridefully wear on her sleeve. Hiroe couldn't quite tell. It clearly a lot for her to take in. The revelation, the genuine care she displayed, and so on and so forth. Ajora was right about one thing. They had six years to contemplate all of this. She had time to get her mind together, but isolating herself wasn't going to help. That'd only make it worse, and she doesn't doubt for a second that Ajora'll be right her door step, dragging her back to the academy. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Nudging Ajora in the shoulder, Hiroe chuckled softly as she rose up from the chair, flexing her arms.

"Yeah. You're right. We both said we'd hold each other accountable. I'll get better. We both will. Besides, who else is gonna shield you from the crowd of classmates trying to invade your personal space? Let's go to the academy, Ajora.... Er, well if they're still open, that is."

Motioning for the woman to follow her, Hiroe is ready to put an end to this specific conversation as well. If the academy was closed for the day, she'd simply hang out with her friend. Either way, Hiroe would make sure that doubt was the last thing on her mind.