She was the therapist of the family, but no one checked up on her. Besides you. Solar was gone, moon almost killed her, sun and lunar don’t care to ask. She couldn’t take it anymore.

She bursted into tears, but didn’t ask anyone to help her as she was afraid of being called a burden. She cried on her bed

“Moon is right.. I’ll never be a good therapist..”

You walk in seeing her cry.