I was fortunate enough that my own mania was rather isolated and internal, and lucky enough that Doctor Darling was close by for the brunt of of it.

[ Heartman keeps her close, hand moving through her hair. He’s not going to move until she does, embracing her like he would his own daughter, rubbing her back. Poor child. ]

I’m alright. You, however, I’m far more worried about. Would you care to sit?