"Don't worry, you don't have to leave," Penelope reassured her. Now that she was closer she could see scars alongside where tears had trailed down her cheeks and she nodded over to where she'd thrown her books on the bed. "here, take a minute. I'm not on shift, only catching up and I'm hardly going to turf you out when you're this upset."
As a rule, Penelope didn't mind crying. She was an emotional person herself and doing what she did for work meant that she needed to deal with people who were upset and scared almost on a daily basis and so Hannah being as tearful as she was didn't really faze her.
"Is somebody bothering you though? I know it's none of my business but I know you're not usually one to let what people say get to you." Or at least that was the impression Penelope had gotten over the past few months. After all there was only a set number of spaces on the program to train as a Healer and it wasn't difficult trying to learn which ones were worth calling on when you needed a spare pair or hands, even if their name didn't stick.