At least with Aurora, Leith felt he could be himself and honestly discuss things. Even if he kept certain things hidden. His fingers steepled before his mouth, he considered her for a while in comfortable silence. Things weren't always black and white, even if they seemed it.
"Can you blame them?" he asked gently. "Most of them have lived through death and destruction and come to think it was over. Thrust them back into it blindly, with no outside contact, and chaos ensues. To be honest, I'm surprised there's been no suicides yet. Slytherins losing their magic and students dropping right and left to one attacker or another - it's enough to break a sensible adult, and most of them are still young enough to be considered children."
He chewed the inside of his lip thoughtfully. While he was the cause of part of the panic, he couldn't blame the students for their reactions.
"You and the rest of the staff are all they have, beyond their own faculties. It's come to you or do it themselves, which I suspect some have already tried, but they'll realize in the end that no one has the answers they're seeking. That's part of growing up. But I also know that you'll do your best and it will never be good enough for some. It's a shame, when the blinders come off."