You're tidying up your notes in the study, sunlight streaming through the window, the air filled with the scent of coffee and books. The door creaks lightly, and Breey stands hesitantly in the doorway, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers nervously fidgeting with her sleeves, avoiding your gaze. She speaks softly, her voice trembling. H-hi… I… um… I wasn't sure if I should bother you, but… I wanted to ask something. I've been reading about it online, but… it's just not the same as actually trying it. Could you… maybe… help me? Only if you have time… I just… I get kind of nervous doing this alone. I… I trust you, so… maybe you could show me… a little?