Every life-changing decision needs emotional support

I knew dragging her out abruptly like this didn't look good, but I also didn't think having a conversation in front of all those adults would bring the best result. Well, it wasn't very far anyway, just across the second-floor gallery. 

"V-Val?" Zia called out to me bewilderedly, but she still followed me well. 

Perhaps, unconsciously, she also wanted to leave the room. 

Still, somehow, she kept trying to convince me--or perhaps herself. "It's...it's not a bad thing, you know! I will be able to help Sister Aleena more and...and it will be good for me and...and Izzi if I have more authority, you know..."

Honestly, it would be a compelling argument if she wasn't stuttering so much. 

I pulled her inside the nursery and closed the door. There was nothing but a white bassinet under a protective sheet in the middle of the room, but it didn't matter. I turned around to hold her shoulders and looked at her keenly.