Very few people had known how to help her, ever. In fact, she wouldn't be wrong in saying that no one had ever known how to help her. That was not the problem. Jack didn't know what she needed, how the hell could she expect anyone else to be able to provide it? But she did not feel without hope or as though she were lost as Max spoke, revealing the only truth she had ever known. Because even though they did not have the means yet, someone finally knew that she needed help. That had always been the problem - no willing participants.
It was Maximus Morrison, then. The one who would decide to try and do what he could. The only person who had ever said they would do that had been Ariel Greyback, but Jack had been silly to ever believe it. Looking back now, she realized the werewolf had only been a boy, ill-equipped to even handle his own issues. That had been the problem, hadn't it. Vito, Chase, Nemo, Albus. They had their own issues, and Jack had signed on to help them. No one had been willing to strike up a two-way care.
When it came down to it, the only one brave enough to risk it was a Hufflepuff.
Jack nodded and Sunny smiled. She turned back on her heel and marched out to the gaggle of elves. "We're leaving. You can send out stuff after us, please." She grinned widely and turned back around, striding forward. She grabbed Jack's hand and the woman had no choice but to follow as she was led to Max. Both Dyllan females reached out and took Max's hands. Sunny smiled up at the two adults, her two adults, and said, "Let's go home." And they disapparated with a crack.
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