A therapist. Christ. No wonder he and Jesus get along, she thinks, attention pulled back again from watching around them by the hesitation, by the clearing of his throat.

"What about you?" The man checking on people, insisting the best way to deal with pain and trauma is to talk about it, having his own reaction while mentioning how Vrenille is coping when she asks. They're strangers, it's true, but sometimes that helps. Sometimes there's no pressure to answer a certain way, or feeling judged by someone cared about.