Psykgi nursed an unpleasant little wound she'd just gotten in the latest "battle therapy" session she'd just "hosted". She'd contributed some very good best practices to the therapy technique, but "hosting" still meant being beaten up a little bit. Padded protective gear and not using actual weapons reduced the injuries she got and made it easier to actually do the talk therapy part of the fight therapy session. But, hits still got through. That was just how it went, and Psykgi was honestly fine, if tired. She sipped at her bland apple juice as she cleaned the small bleeding wound that she'd attained.
Still, though, she thought it was a success. She wasn't poisoned, nothing was broken, and the patient (or client? some people were using that term...) came out of it much more stable than when they went in.
She finished her first aid and checked her schedule, chuckling slightly as she saw another fight therapy session set for later on. She'd just have to deal with the fatigue later...
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