<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/patrick-stewart-professor-xavier-x-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Charles Xavier<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headmaster's Office<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd 2017, mid morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Speaking with, and helping, Rahne<br/><hr/><br/>Charles went a little quiet as she spoke of her mother and her home, letting her talk and just listening. He missed Moira too. He smiled at her mention of the little clearing, knowing exactly where she meant. In his years at the Mansion even in his state he'd soon learnt every little place anyone could ever find.<br/><br/><em>"I know the place. It is lovely, you have impeccable taste."</em><br/><br/>As she continued he felt a little sad. Her negative self image, and the hateful poison her mind had been flooded with, was sometimes painful to witness. But he showed no outward sign of this, being well versed in concealing his own emotional responses in order to help others.<br/><br/><em>"Rahne, if you truly believe I would be upset with you, then I might be upset with you for that belief alone." </em><br/><br/>His words were kind hearted, and spoken lightly. But despite the soft way he delivered them he felt that they carried the gravity of how far from upset with her he was. Of course he did not judge her for her sexuality, that was her own business to mind. But then again it was not his place to encourage anything inappropriate. He'd have to settle for a line of grandfatherly care and acceptance.<br/><br/><em>"But, please, you have to understand Rahne. Those thoughts are not 'fallings'. They are not bringing you down anywhere. In fact, learning to accept them as a part of yourself would be you rising above a poisonous view of the world and seeing how beautiful it can be. There is no shame in what you think or feel." </em><br/><br/>As he spoke he continued to carefully examine her mind. The image he saw of the wolf was actually a thing of some surreal beauty. A towering, hulking creature with so much strength and aggression in a moment of perfect tranquility. As he finished inspecting the shackles he sat down in front of it, crossing his legs and watching it briefly. No signs of instability or aggression, he mused. The wolf seemed perhaps the calmest he had ever seen it. Reaching out lightly but confidently he ran his fingertips through the silky fur of its muzzle. He felt a sense of pride in Rahne. Clearly she was growing more in tune with this side of herself, even if her other feelings were a little concerning her mutant abilities seemed to be gaining control.<br/>