Although she was suspicious and didn't trust anything, actually Pax didn't mind that they were doing this group therapy business. Not for herself since she clearly didn't need it, but because it would probably at least be somewhat entertaining. No bread for her though, thank you. She had read up on the history of baked goods at Hogwarts and had no interest in being turned into an animal or secretly doused with cheering potions that also apparently made boys gassy. She had no reasons to trust that healer Poppy or any adult has her best interests at heart. Even the cloying smell of it was more suspicious than appealing, and Pax casually tugged her scarf around the lower half of her face. The sun was out but her scarf didn't add an uncomfortable heat, just made her feel a little better about all that wafting.

She had found a spot and waited... not for long as it turned out. 'I feel' statements? Pax had none of those to share, and even if she had, she wouldn't go first. It was nobody's business.