[she sighs, and stares at him with a concerned expression on her face. he looks exhausted, like she feels, but she doesn't know how to help him. she takes another sip of her coffee, and writes another note for herself.]

Listen, I'll figure out the logistics. Just tell me what classes you're having a problem in, and I'll get everything in order for you. [doing this felt like favouritism, but she would do it for any of the students. really.] Just... Trust me.