Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

The Socialite hummed and moved to stand. "Can't do much about the sleep, love. We've a class to finish. But I can go get ye some water. Jus'... don't act tough when you don't need to, ye? I can tell you now, there's quite a lot you can get away with expressin' down 'ere that ye couldn't up there. Maybe not everything, mind, but better to find someplace quiet to feel it all an' let it out than stuff it down and let it 'urt when ye can't hold it longer. I'll go get ye that water." With that, the Socialite left, fetching a couple glasses of water.