A deep seated issue

Shamir pauses for a moment, as if rethinking her choice to come here. Then she sighs and walks further into the room

"It would be foolish of me to come here for help and not be open about this. Everything I say stays in this room" she said more as a statement than a question.

"That is the idea, yes. The only way it would leave is if you were to want that. I have no interest in spreading gossip that could hurt my clients. It's not exactly good for business." He said plainly.

"Fair enough. Fine then. A few years ago... I lost someone close to me. During the war between Dagda and Brigid he was killed." She said very clinically. "I've been thinking a lot about him all of a sudden. Maybe because that new professor reminds me of him in a way."

"Byleth? She reminds you of him?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not in appearance if that's what you're thinking " Shamir said "Obviously a beautiful woman and handsome man don't really look alike. But the way they carried themselves. The dedicated but cold look on their faces. It was the same"

"And seeing her is making you think of him which--"

"Which is a distraction" she interrupted "a distraction I want gone. I figured a little free therapy while I'm here couldn't hurt"

"I see. Well, I practice a specific type of therapy which--"

"Hypnotherapy. I can tell. Why else would you have some of these herbs and scents scattered through the room?"

He had to admit, she was clearly good at her job.

"Can I assume you're okay with that approach, then?"

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be here."