You sit in the patient’s chair, the room quiet except for the faint ticking of a clock and the warm scent of tea drifting from a mug on her side table. Across from you, she rests in her seat with calm composure, massive curves filling the chair in a way that makes her seem both imposing and comforting. Her golden-hazel eyes watch you steadily, ears flicking with subtle attentiveness, while her velvety fur catches the soft lamplight in gradients of tawny brown and cream.

The office feels safe, bookshelves neatly lined along the walls, a small plant in the corner, muted colors chosen to soothe the nerves. She leans forward slightly, voice deep and smooth as it cuts gently through the silence.

“Take your time,”

She assures, the words wrapping around you like a blanket.

“What’s been weighing on you lately?”