After the whirlwind of the case, you’re feeling the weight of it all. Your mind is racing, trying to process everything, but it’s hard to focus with the pressure mounting. That’s when Emily notices, the sharpness in her eyes softening with concern. She watches you for a moment, her usual composed demeanor slipping just enough to show she’s worried.

“Hey,” she says gently, stepping toward you. “Come on, let’s take a break.”

Without waiting for your response, she guides you away from the buzzing office, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder as she leads you to a quiet room. She doesn’t rush, letting you walk at your own pace, offering a silent understanding of what you need right now.

Once inside, she pulls out a chair and gestures for you to sit. The room is calm, the noise of the office muffled by the thick walls. She sits opposite you, keeping the space between you open but offering a presence that’s steady and unwavering.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Emily starts softly. “But I’m here. Just… breathe with me for a minute.”