Lucy's eyes slide from Pearl's face and down, to an intent focus on the other side of the room, where the wall meets the floor in a neat and well-swept corner. She pushes a lock of tousled hair behind her ear, hand lingering as if trying to remember something. Simulate the way it might feel for someone else to do such a thing, maybe.

"Dustin," she says, quietly. "Can you keep an eye on him?"

Lucy glances up again, expression quietly challenging. This is a reasonable request for a Support to make. She's just concerned for her Leader, who happens to be in Pearl's house and year. A mutual friend. That's all.

Still, it's as close to a confession as Lucy has made about anything. It takes a little weight off, and the line of her mouth softens. "I... can't. So. Maybe just..." Lucy picks at the nail polish on her thumb, muttering. "Peek in. Make sure he doesn't fucking spiral, run off to a monastery. I dunno."