For beriani_edenost
Ezri watches him go, smiling to herself. She'd never expected Morn to be one requiring counselling. The first time he showed up on her door, she was very surprised. It turned out that he just needed to talk. He was feeling neglected; he felt that no one listened to him or really heard what he said. He's kept coming back, and she enjoys their sessions; but Winds, the man can talk....
She glances at the chronometer in the wall. 1727; Beriani will be here any minute. She orders a tea from the replicator, and relaxes in a chair, tapping her fingers against the mug.
Searching for something to do, Ezri glances at the Beriani's psych profile while she waits. Counsellor D'Angelo made a mention of a man named Patrick, of Beriani feeling guilty for his death; but Ezri can't glean much from it--it's a very vague report. Ezri smiles wanly. Elizabeth never was one for specifics.
The chime sounds, and Ezri looks up to see Beriani standing outside her door. She stands, putting aside the padd, and opens the door.
"Beriani! Hello." She smiles at the other Trill enters, and pulls out a chair for her. "Have a seat."
She glances at the chronometer in the wall. 1727; Beriani will be here any minute. She orders a tea from the replicator, and relaxes in a chair, tapping her fingers against the mug.
Searching for something to do, Ezri glances at the Beriani's psych profile while she waits. Counsellor D'Angelo made a mention of a man named Patrick, of Beriani feeling guilty for his death; but Ezri can't glean much from it--it's a very vague report. Ezri smiles wanly. Elizabeth never was one for specifics.
The chime sounds, and Ezri looks up to see Beriani standing outside her door. She stands, putting aside the padd, and opens the door.
"Beriani! Hello." She smiles at the other Trill enters, and pulls out a chair for her. "Have a seat."