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[thegooddrjones]

Who: Libby and Martha
When: Today.
Where: CES
What: Therapy.
Warnings: Flood and life trauma.

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[thatlibbychick]

Libby had waited outside of the Enclosure for a minute or so after arriving, which was a minute or two later still than Martha had gotten there; finally, she figured she'd wait for her friend inside.

As it happened, not only had Martha thought along the same lines, but she'd also shown up first.

"Hey," she called out, giving a small smile and a wave to match as she made her way over to the spread. Inside, of course, she was nervous and ill at ease.

[thegooddrjones]

"Hey," Martha said quickly, and she waved to her friend as well with a larger grin. When her friend got to the blanket, Martha's eyes moved over the other woman, hoping to see that the twenty four hours of rest had proved to provide some sort of relief from what Libby had been going through.

And with those moving eyes, there was also a quick lean forward for a hug. Of course, that wasn't meant to be a sort of therapist protocol, but Libby was far more than just a patient; she was also a very good friend aboard the barge. And lord knew that Libby looked like she needed a hug, and Martha knew that she needed one. Really.

[thatlibbychick]

There was some relief to be seen, yes, a combination of her long sleep and getting to wander someplace that didn't consist of the same old walls. She didn't look quite as wracked by guilt as before.

Libby tended to hug her patients on the Barge; part of that was because she had to live with them everyday anyway and it might bring them comfort, and partly because she'd never really acted as a conventional psychologist in the first place. Standard procedure for coaxing a would-be jumper away from a cliff wasn't kissing, either, and that hadn't stopped her. So she returned the hug, tightly, without even thinking twice about it.

"Looks like you came prepared," she said lightly, keeping the smile fixed. A picnic was just about the last damn thing that would cheer her up, when everything was considered; but Martha had clearly meant well, and she wouldn't spoil it.

[thegooddrjones]

The tight hug was a squeeze, and then when they stepped back, Martha dropped down onto the blanket before she looked around at it. "Well, I figured that if it was muddy we probably should have a place to sit that wasn't the dirt, and I don't know about you, but I tend to think better with a couple of tea." Of course when the tea was enchanted with a love potion, but she wasn't going to mention that.

"It's just mint," was added after a moment. "From Christmas." Martha was going to need to put in a request to the admiral for more tea, but that was neither here nor there. "I didn't bring anything to eat though, figured if you were hungry we could go to the dining hall after." Martha may or may not have had butterflies in her stomach at the moment. Really, she was quite worried about screwing this up somehow. She really didn't want to do that.

Martha sat cross-legged, but she didn't pour the tea out just yet. Maybe she should, but it seemed like something it would be better to wait on.