"Don't give it half a thought," Andromeda said with a smile, folding her hands neatly on her desk. She watched as Sarah entered the room and had a seat, vaguely remembering the anxiety she felt at the same crossroads that the younger witch was now experiencing.
"I understand," she sat back in her chair, letting her hands fall into her lap now. "Why don't you tell me what's been running through your head?"