He turned, looking back at the doorway. If there was ever anything in this world that could make Piotr stop being a self-conscious and worried about his own life, it was someone having trouble with theirs. He blinked once and nodded.
"Please, little one," he said, motioning to one of the softer chairs in the room. "Do not be concerned of the hour. What troubles you?" And, just like that his face was filled with a bit of concern for the young student.