Maybe... you could be. I know I'm not very good at judging these things. Or maybe, even they weren't always like that.

[ Psyche frowns a tiny bit -- troubled, or maybe only thoughtful. She'll only have herself to blame when the situation escalates... but for the moment, she reaches out to wind a little piece of Waltaquin's hair around her fingertips and nods. ]

I still feel like we want the same thing. [ At the moment? ] I don't want to let things keep going like this, and I'm angry at the administrators, too. So... we're on the same side, aren't we?

[ Even if she absolutely doesn't think Waltaquin really has a reason to listen to her if she says "no" here. ]

What kind of hex? If it's to get us out, then I want to help.