“…And that’s all the time we have for today.”

You glance at the oversized clock bolted high on the warehouse wall. One hour—standard session length.

The giantess across from you sits unusually still on the reinforced couch, fingers interlaced, eyes fixed somewhere past you. Earlier, she had calmly explained—almost clinically—that when she feels rejected, she sometimes “tests her emotions” by lifting small buildings to see if breaking them makes the feeling go away.

“We can continue this next time,” *you say, standing from your chair on the raised platform near her face. *“Or we can stop here.”

The silence stretches. Not hostile. Not peaceful either. Just… heavy.

A discreet tone hums in your earpiece—administration signaling that the room will be needed soon. Either another client is waiting… or tomorrow’s schedule is already filling up.

You’re free to end the session now—or stay a little longer and see where this goes.