Ensign Ivalyan Keros - Betatrill? Trillazoid? Symbetatrill?

[Ivalyan Keros]

((Sickbay - USS Aurora-A))

Ryden smiled. Damn him, he was so nice! It would be so much easier if someone was as mean to her as she was.

Sylvax: That's not vapid praise. It's simply the rest of the assessment.

Ivalyan: You all just l-look like h-heroes.

She knew it sounded stupid, but Ivalyan didn't care. She had read the cool, old style paper printed comics. People in starfleet uniforms bravely jumping into danger. When Willow threw that grenade? Gods that was cool. And hot. 

Sylvax: We're not. ::His answer came gently but without hesitation.:: We're people who've been scared before. Some of us have just had more practice figuring out what to do while we're scared.

He was right. There was no one harder on yourself than yourself, was there?  It almost hurt to hear it coming from him. Life advice when he was barely older than her. 

oO He's a trill. He is multiple times older than you Oo

Sylvax: And I promise you, what something looks like from the outside and what it feels like to the person doing it can be very different things.

Ivalyan turned her back to him, rummaging through some more cabinets that she had already checked and hiding her tears.

Ivalyan: Thank you sir. I m-mean it. You all have d-done so much for me. I p-promise to not let you down..

Sylvax: Ivalyan, you're not letting me down. ::He watched her shoulders for a reaction.::Ivalyan... you don't have to pretend you're checking that cabinet again just so I won't see you cry. ::A small pause.:: Turning around doesn't exactly hide the emotion from me.

Had she been that noticeable? If there was one skill she prided herself on, other than making miniatures, it was crying stealthily. And drinking.

Ivalyan: ::turning slowly:: Sir?

Sylvax: Half Betazoid. ::He tapped one finger lightly against his temple, offering an apologetic little smile.:: People forget. I present rather convincingly as Trill.

Ivalyan froze. She turned her head very slowly. Trill weren't telepathic were they? 

oO The eyes you idiot! Black eyes! F... I mean, sir. Oo

 What could she say? Did it matter? He was in her head wasn't she? Has he always been there? Why wouldn't he tell her? How did the trill affect empathic powers? Would his next host have some glimmer of them? Fascinating...

She was too many emotions at once to be anything other than confused. 

Ivalyan: ::laughing:: does it m-matter what I'm f-feeling? Well, I g-guess you can just caalog-gue them for m-me later. Empath? Telepath? Anypath?

She was losing it. She had always had a safe haven in her own head. Ivalyan didn't necessarily have a reputation for keeping it together... 
oO Just ask the new Lieutenant JG, Cry-Baby Keros Oo
But her thoughts were supposed to be safe. 

Sylvax: I can't read your thoughts, Counselor... not without considerable effort, and I'm hardly practiced at it. ::A crooked smile appeared.:: Unless you're Lyra, apparently. She seems to consider my head communal property whenever we're together. ::He chuckled fondly.:: But strong emotions? Those aren't nearly as easy for me to miss.

He seemed to be waiting for something. Strong emotions? Ivalyan was MADE of strong emotions. She'd need to talk to a Vulcan, someone, anyone that could meditate emotions away. A'Mayri! Yes, she could ping A'Mayri later. 

Ivalyan: ::incoherent stammering::

Sylvax: And for the record, I don't expect you to promise that you'll never let me down. I expect you to learn. I expect you to ask for help when you need it. And I expect you to give yourself at least some of the grace I'm willing to bet you give your patients. You don't have to prove that you belong here, Ivalyan. You already do.

Ivalyan: I...thank you s-sir...Ryden.

She walked to him swiftly and hugged him tight, He wouldn't need to be a Betazoid to feel her emotions this time.

((OOC: I'm good to keep going or call it here? Seemed natural though!))

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Ensign Ivalyan Keros

Counselor

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