While she had been on edge for the most part of the flight to Port Jackson and from there to his office, Elena quickly managed to relax at least a little bit. Especially since he apparently preferred to not say one word about the therapy or her being a patient. It was relieving to her, and almost made her forget about what they were here for – to give therapy to her. Admittedly, it was probably not the usual kind of therapy, judging from what she had thought it to be like prior to their first meeting. But perhaps it was really better and would help more if it wasn’t the usual kind of therapy – the one with sitting on couches and talking, talking, and more talking. Even though, when she went soul-searching for a moment, she realized that she was mildly afraid of what was to come. That it was an irrational fear that she nourished here she was not able to come to realize. And thus she couldn’t easily shake off those worries.
To be fair, the staff briefing had a calming effect on her – or more so one that almost managed to lull her into sleep again. The flood of medical jargon that clashed against her ears tired her out to some degree, up to the point when she just sat on her chair and did not listen to their conversations anymore. Instead she was sunk in thoughts. At some point they turned back to the point of their visit, which was the point when she woke with a start again and sat up straight on her chair.
Relieved that the meeting was finally over, she turned to Doc and rose from her chair quickly afterwards, stroking through her hair. It conveyed a somewhat edgy impression, even though Elena apparently did well in covering it up to some degree. Folding her arms behind her back, she answered him with a nod of assent. “Yeah, I’m ready,” she meant with strained tone of voice. Although she did not feel that way. But there barely was a turning back now; that is from her own perspective. “Let’s go pay them a visit.”
