((Counseling Care Center - Medical Center - Amity Outpost))
Aitas had dressed relatively simply for the meeting: dark pants, a long-sleeved blouse in white decorated with embroidered vines, her hair pulled back and up, and only a few touches of silver jewelry. And no gloves.
The moment the door closed behind her she dropped her usual expression of pleasant neutrality and let herself look as tired as she felt. There were no blatant shadows around her eyes, but she seemed to droop just a little.
Aitas: It’s good to see you again, Counselor.
tr’Khev: Response
Despite her aura of exhaustion, her movements remained perfectly precise as she took her seat.
Aitas: I expect you’ve heard about the FDC changes already. More to do and fewer people to do it with, of course.
tr’Khev: Response
She leaned back, hands folded together, her breathing subtly controlled.
Aitas: Oh, just a few other things. Dealing with Betazoid nobility, setting up the apartment, and there’s a few medical arrangements I’ve been putting in order as well.
There was no hint of shame at the latter of those topics; time and experience had mostly worn that away. Her concerns on such matters were largely practical.
tr’Khev: Response
Tag/TBC
Second Secretary Aitas