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“You don’t have to control them, just channel them into something else. Sometimes it’s good to have a good cry or to vent.’’ Kaysha downed some more tea which was getting to room temperature because she was quite neglecting it. “You’re welcome. I’ll be here whenever you need to talk again. Or if you need help with anything. It doesn’t matter the time of day. Or night,’’ she added as an afterthought. She then nodded. “Camping is always wonderful. You make a lot of friends and you learn quite a bit.’’ Now she decided to speak clearly. “The following summer you can spend with me. There’s nothing to worry about; you would not be putting me out in anyway. I live alone with the exception of my crup, Marshmallow but I’m always visiting family or friends so you wouldn’t be bored at all.’’ The final decision, of course, rested with Lyn. The Puff could even have a job when she became old enough. “If it makes you feel better, you can help me around the house.’’ That would be something like working, right?
It made her feel good to hear she didn't have to keep complete control over her emotions, at lest not all of the time. A good cry, happy or sad, did make her feel better.
"Thanks. It's nice to have someone to talk to."
The next part had her speechless. She sat for a few moments, trying to take in the offer. Her breathing slowed and her heart rate became a calm thump, thump, thump as the overwhelming stress she had been under began to slowly fade away.
"You would really do that for me?" It was almost too good to be true.
"I" she swallowed back the tears that were dangerously close to letting lose
"I would be honored to be a guest in your home. And, I'm a great housekeeper. You would hardly know I was there and I can even help with Marshmallow." She was a fantastic housekeeper. She had assumed the responsibility of keeping up most of the daily household chores from a young age due to her fathers long hours and her mothers schedule.
"I don't know how to thank you."
She rose from her chair and walked towards Professor Stewart then paused, wanting to hug her, but not knowing if that would be allowed. She was still her professor, but she really thought of her as family.