((Counseling Care Center - Medical Center - Amity Outpost))
Aitas dressed simply for the meeting. Black gloves, a long, dark skirt, a shirt embroidered in patterns of black and white. A touch of jewelry, a stick of silver tucked amid her hair, and just a little bit of a smile to complete the look.
A normal sort of visit, and yet a fraught one. She was, in truth, surprised to actually have an appointment with a counselor so soon. They had so many others to attend to.
It was an easy weed of a worry to wonder if she’d caught an eye, the edges of some concern. All her greatest tragedies were a decade and more past.
But never quite gone.
The door chimed before her, and she left her face as a pleasant mask as she stepped inside.
Aitas: A pleasure to meet you, counselor.
And that sentiment was honest. She hadn’t always had good luck with counselors, but nor could she deny the value of finding the right one.
tr’Khev: Response
Aitas: I was largely surprised to have an appointment so quickly. I’m afraid I do require a rather specific skillset; I had a dreadful time finding anyone fitting while on Betazed.
True enough. Perhaps she could have pushed a bit more, but there had always been matters with her son and the rest of her family to worry about.
tr’Khev: Response
That was where she let the mask slip, just a little. Let a fraction of the smile fade away.
Aitas: I came away from the recent situation with nothing more than a brief headache and a few bruises. Far better than many of my previous times being shot at.
tr’Khev: Response
Tag/TBC