Strong as an oak [c]

[attr="class","audrey1"]Hot, late-summer days were not made for Audrey. They were muggy and sweaty and gross and the senior much preferred chilly fall days, before the air was positively frostbitten, but after it was oppressively hot. Too bad that wouldn't be for a few more weeks. At the very least, when the sun drooped, the air got cooler, and this evening seemed like a great time for a walk, especially after being cramped in her room all day. Audrey felt stiff. It'd be nice to stretch her legs.

While the beginning of her walk went rather normally, it wouldn't be long until she saw a figure curled up on a bench, and she'd speed up her pace, a bit worried. Had someone been beaten up and left there? Had something happened? Audrey couldn't help but immediately feel worried, especially considering the school they were at. Should she get someone? A teacher? A nurse? Should she investigate the body first? Upon approaching at least, she'd hear a voice. Whoever it was, was conscious. What a relief.

"Are you okay?" Audrey asked, approaching carefully. Hopefully she wasn't overstepping any boundaries, "You're not hurt, are you? Do you want me to get someone?" What was the most delicate way to ask 'did someone beat you up? do you need help getting to the nurse's office?' At the very least, the girl didn't look hurt. That was a start, "I'm Audrey." May as well give the girl her name while she was at it.

[attr="class","audrey1"]When the redhead sat up, Audrey couldn't help but feel relieved. While she was upset, she wasn't hurt, and that was much easier to deal with in Audrey's eyes. At the very least, she wouldn't need to try to lug anyone to the nurse's office in this case, even if it didn't make the other girl any less distraught.

"Confused? Something happen?" Call her nosy, but Audrey just wanted to help; it was the least she could do, she supposed. She naturally tended to lean towards being a caretaker for others, and as unruly as she could be at times, she truly wasn't an aggressive or harsh person. She was stubborn and had a taste for liquor, but she wasn't mean, nor was she the type to just ignore someone who was obviously distressed. That just seemed downright cruel in her eyes. "But you're fine, don't worry about it! Honestly I was scared someone beat you up and left you out here- I'm just glad you aren't hurt!" She'd smile softly, trying to be soothing regardless of those words. Around here? It happened. It wasn't even that uncommon. No one wanted to take responsibility for hitting someone so hard that they got a concussion.

At not expecting to see anyone out this late, the artist couldn't help but laugh, "People are out pretty late around here." There were only so many teachers on campus at any given time, security guards only patrolled so often, and cameras were only checked if there was an issue she assumed. A school could only be so secure, and as of yet, she hadn't been caught sneaking out of her room- or back in- after hours. As long as you weren't making an absolute menace of yourself, you could probably get around scot-free, "But I guess I wasn't really planning on seeing anyone." A rare thing, coming from Audrey.

"That being said, it's not that late out. Someone would have found you eventually." Lying on a bench at sunset wasn't exactly the best place to be if you wanted to be alone. There were corridors and backrooms and places not directly on the school's path for that sort of thing, "So what's up? You said you were stressing over something?" She'd bring the conversation back around, hoping that if she listened, she could settle Nora some, at the very least.