Valyn nodded and sank down to the couch, holding himself stiffly. He folded his hands on his knees, his body angled forward as though he were ready to leap up at a moment's notice.

This was, to say the least, a setback. It had taken a great deal of effort for him to come to trust - at least in some ways - his previous doctor. Now he needed to start all over again, and now was not a good time to be dealing with that.

"I was making progress with my other doctor," Valyn said, not knowing what else to say. Did this man even know what had been discussed, what he was dealing with? Would he allow Valyn at least the pretense of not being mad?

Or would he just insist that Valyn was a danger to himself and deluded?