Axinite donned a sympathetic expression that, for his part, was probably genuine. “I will do what I can to help you leave it behind.” And not just because she’d offered such welcome praise of his office or his sweets.
“You’re in good hands here,” he promised. “Chalcanthite, as always, you are appreciated. Thank you.”
Starting over was never easy but having the support you needed could make a world of difference. He smiled once more at the General but there was little need to drag this out more than necessary. Axinite drifted behind his desk, to the mini-fridge first for a cold drink and a peeled orange in a tupperware tray. He placed these on his desk, just by the plate of cookies, and then addressed Ako again.
“The experience is unpleasant, but I will make it fast. I will do all I can to spare you the pain of it. You’ll be tired afterwards. It’s not uncommon to pass out. If it’s easier for you, don’t fight it.” He spoke gently, mostly because he knew the process could be frightening. He didn’t like to give anyone too much time to think about it but knowing what was coming was a gesture of kindness. He’d done this countless times; he did not doubt his skill or expertise.
“You’ll be in good hands, you can rest here for as long as you need before we get you settled somewhere more comfortable. Are you ready?”
