<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>"Oh, there he is!" she said with a smile of relief, grateful to be able to help out her new friend.  "I'll be right back."<br/><br/>She crossed the room in quick and deliberate strides, dodging past the various tables and not wanting to keep Sarah waiting any longer than was absolutely necessary.  "Hey, Samuel.  Could I ask a favor?"<br/><br/>Samuel turned to look over to her, his gaze perfectly professional and intent on assisting a patient.  "Certainly, Cynthia.  What can I do for you?"  He seemed to be as happy as he always was, which was one of the things that Cynthia simply adored about him.<br/><br/>"Well," she turned over to look back towards Sarah.  "Sarah's having a hard time right now.  She asked for something she can draw with, if that'd be ok."<br/><br/>"Certainly, Cynthia.  I'd be glad to."  He was always so kind to her, and she reached over and gave him a tight hug as thanks.  Everyone loved hugs, she knew, but Samuel seemed to enjoy them even more than most people.  It was a bit embarrassing when she wasn't wearing underwear, but she didn't mind because she was sure he wouldn't take it in any sort of unusual way.<br/><br/>He wasn't gone for more than five minutes before he had a few dull wax pencils and a notebook for her, which she came back with and offered over to Sarah.  "Will these be ok?" she asked politely and hopefully.  Cynthia didn't know much about drawing, but she was always happy to listen and learn.