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[ezri_tigan_dax]

Ezri watches him go, smiling to herself. She'd never expected Morn to be one requiring counselling. The first time he showed up on her door, she was very surprised. It turned out that he just needed to talk. He was feeling neglected; he felt that no one listened to him or really heard what he said. He's kept coming back, and she enjoys their

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[beriani_edenost]

"Eh, thanks." She takes the offered seat. Slowly, very slowly, she lets out a deep breath. "Thanks for seeing me," she smiles wanly. "The past few days have been hell."

I'm thinking she has a mild form of recurring post-traumatic stress disorder. But then again, I know nothing about it. Sorta. XD

[ezri_tigan_dax]

Oh, okay. O_o PTSD--that's no laughing matter. Gyah.

Hey, just so you know, I can't promise to be the world's greatest psychiatric authority on everything--I'm really not a therapist, although I've had a good bit of experience with them. So don't expect completely accurate psychoanalyses, okay? :)

Ezri purses her lips, having noticed Beriani's mood over the past few days. "Hell? How so?"

[beriani_edenost]

Oh, no problem. ^_^ I can always ask my doctor friend if I start wondering. I doubt we'll go too astray, though.

Beri wiggles a hand in a sort of "meh" motion. "Recurring dreams. And not the good kind, either." She looks haunted.

[ezri_tigan_dax]

Ezri winces, handing her friend a tea that she had set aside for her. "Ouch. I've had those. Not fun." She shakes her head, remembering an incident a few months ago. "What do find yourself dreaming about?"