[She's struck by another small sting of jealousy. His father. What she wouldn't give to turn a corner and find her father--any version of him--there. She misses him so much that it hurts, sometimes. But that's loss.

So she pushes the feeling back down where it belongs. And gives the boy a small smile.]

Talking. Being kind. All the things we should be doing naturally.

[At least, in her opinion. But Ariadne's always been the optimistic sort, when it comes to people's natures.]

I think at one point we had something called a "therapist." That's a healer, but for the mind and the soul, rather than the body.