"As in you need some?" She eyed him. It'd explain the dark rings, whether that was down to NEWTs or the tournament. "Which direction were you heading?" As in was he heading to the dorms? Or to avoid sleep and do work? Or what?

"It does?" She looked at him blankly. "Because of who it decided to choose?" She didn't know why she wasn't up to scratch, but for some reason the Goblet hadn't chosen her. There were other better suited. She couldn't let herself get too down about it, else she'd just fail in other areas too. She just had to find other ways of expending energy, other than Quidditch Practice or the tournament. Hence her run. And the ankle weights. No, she didn't make things easy for herself. But yes, she had to keep going. Life was what you made of it.

She leant in as his voice dropped. She could tell this was causing all the aforementioned stress. She leant against the wall next to him, stretching her quadriceps as she did so. Two questions crept into her mind. "How does Miles know?" she asked softly. As she seemed to recall, the the tournament tasks were meant to be top secret. "And dragons are okay. You just need a game plan." Sure, they were dangerous creatures. But there had to be a way round them. Plenty of people worked with dragons, and were okay.

...Perhaps she would have been less confident if she'd been in Raiden's place. But she wasn't. And the best she could do was be supportive. And with that, she put a supportive hand on his shoulders. Perhaps to help her balance whilst standing on one leg, but perhaps also to reassure him. A scared Champion was no use at all.