Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in Amelia's hand. Professor Moreau's announcement hung heavy in the air, the scent of stale coffee mixing with a potent feeling. The man had been more than just an advisor; he was a mentor, a guiding light. Amelia felt a deep pang of... concern for him.

She watched him from her seat, noticing the slight tremor in his hands as he spoke. The way he kept adjusting his glasses. The forced cheerfulness in his voice.

After the meeting, she made her way to his office. She knew he'd have a lot to do, but she felt compelled to see him. She offered a hesitant smile. "Is there anything I can help with, Professor?" she asked softly.