heal the mind

BEATRICE

Beatrice new very little about Aita. They had been the first individual to greet her at the border, and now they were coworkers. The exhaustion that Aita carried always was not lost on the red heeler. The girl herself was constantly fatigued - not that she would ever admit it. Beatrice had a sneaking suspicion that Aita was similar in that regard. The two of them would never make mention of their weariness aloud if they could help it.

And though Beatrice didn't know Aita, she didn't turn away from the other's call for assistance. The child had asked the team if they would mind helping her set up a little event, and seeing as Beatrice wanted to be better, she offered her abilities. The pair and a few others had then proceeded in moving tables and placing cute, little trinkets, blankets, and pillows around the cleared area. When everything was finished, it looked very nice. So, maybe Beatrice was proud of their hard work.

"Good job, Aita," the red dog barked, moving from where she had been sitting by herself to stand with her coworker. "This is all really neat." So often healers got caught up in the medical side of things that they didn't look towards therapeutic instances instead. It was good to see a change from the mundane. She offered the other a tiny smile before reaching for a tiny gift bag of her own.

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