The sound of something breaking immediately drew Cressida's attention. Shattered glass on the floor and the frame still in place. She frowned but turned her attention back to Alicia. "Don't—" Cressida said and touched the girl's arm, "The more you hold it in, the worse it will be." She had seen this sort of thing before in classmates. Even in herself. When Argos died, she'd had a similar reaction. It was the first time she lost a familiar and the pain and anguish involved had been a lot to bear. She'd had it better under control with Lord Byron's passing, but by then she learned to grieve.
"You're in a bad place mentally and you aren't addressing your feelings outright. Have you talked to anyone about any of this besides me? Your mentors? Head of House?" she asked. These were resources made available to students but perhaps some students didn't think to use them. Getting a Hydra to come to her when they were dealing with problems was like waiting for rain in the Sahara.