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[Daphne is angrily washing something in a sink. For this purpose, she's removed her bracelet and her wedding rings so they don't get damaged or lost in the soapy water. The more that she scrubs, the more obvious it is that she's washing a bloody sheet in a massive sink -- and that she is in the back room of the Sigyn hospital.

The poor woman can deal with a lot. Oh, her world is sort of on the brink of disaster, and her husband is an angel, and demons are real, and she's in some mythical Norse city, and she's not going to see home again for a long time, and all of that is perfectly okay except when a large chunk of that isn't and it really only takes the tiniest little thing to set someone off to realizing that their situation is really needlessly complicated and maybe she wants a slight amount of normalcy and things to be calm and passive and --

Her arm jolts the sink as she scrubs the sheet a little too hard and, suddenly, both the rings and the bracelet slip into the water. There's a stuttered yelp of surprise as her fingers come into view and the bracelet is slid back on -- but as she stares into the soapy water, she realizes her rings didn't quite make it back up yet.

Daphne looks torn between crying and being really pissed off.

She settles for both as a a hand vanishes underwater again, furiously hunting around for her rings in the water, not wanting to unplug the sink for fear that they'll be sucked into the pipes.]

Damn it.

[It's a mutter as her bracelet knocks against the sink, shutting the video feed off.

Twenty minutes later, a text appears.]

Is there a psychologist in the city?

I'll pay whatever you need.

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What happened? Are you okay?

I've been known to dabble in such. Perhaps I should start a business.

[Uhm.]

Are you licensed?

I'm fine.

[Somewhat flustered, as she has secured her wedding rings, and she's gently drying them off.]

Just -- upset.

I'm not a psychologist, but -- I can be a friend? With -- with listening, and possibly chocolate.

[ . . . :( ]

I'd like some chocolate.

[ she's too cute i can't pass up the opportunity for them to be franz ok. ]

Chocolate it is. Whenever you're free?

As licensed as any faring business owner in our holy city.

... just a buncha things piling up?

[ he's no psychologist, but... she looks like she needs a sympathetic ear right now. it's a simple thing, but of all things, kaito doesn't like seeing people sad. ]

Why, what happened? [who does she have to beat up.]

[ 'Whatever you need' - Mycroft rather doubts it. But it could be quicker than sitting at the bank all day. That, and he needs to make himself known, needs to get acquainted with a few individuals who might work in just the right places.

So here is a delightfully posh British accent filtering through your bracelet, Daphne. ]

Might I ask if you have any specific goals in mind for a psychologist to help you with?

[Jo's not exactly the person you want to talk to right now, and she knows that, but...

:C]

You okay?

[Aaw, Jo. :c]

No.

[8(]

Edited 2012-07-17 19:12 (UTC)

[She almost stays on text, because she doesn't know this person, but -- it's private, so.]

My husband recently gained a lot of memories back again and he doesn't know how to deal with it properly. I don't know what I can do to help him.

[Because what she's doing now obviously isn't working.]

Have you spoken to him about seeking psychological help?

[She laughs a little weakly.]

He's ...

[how does she even begin to describe castiel and his issues jfc]

-- I want to meet them to make sure he'll talk to them, first.

Castiel has alcohol poisoning.

[Somewhat flatly.

she's so mad okay.]

That's one way to put it.

I guess that much is true.

I'm going to be at the hospital for awhile.

[She has a husbando to take care of. 8|]

What? Is he okay?

I healed as much of him as possible but I'm not strong enough to... he's stable now and he's sleeping but I don't know.

[She looks like she wants to cry.]

If you believe you might be able to sway him to the point of accepting help when he may not want it, it may be safe to say he'd indulge whoever you chose. It's not the first you've tried to save him. You're accustomed to caring for him, and he's accustomed to trusting you to do so. Nevertheless, you do keep his desires first in mind, so I imagine you must find him very wise, if troubled. Rare, a bond of loyalty such as that.

Have you found your ring?

[There is a stunned silence, at the analysis -- but the response is a tiny laugh. It doesn't sound very happy, but surprised -- almost resigned to accepting that life is really not going to be all that normal, for now on. So -- sure, stranger, she will indulge you, with a quiet:]

I have. Thank you.

What did the doctors say?

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