[A psychiatrist, it seems, is a confidante without connexion. Someone far removed enough from a situation so as to view it with a more critical eye, and does that serve her purpose better, to be judged by someone who is permitted a certain lengthy proximity from her problems? How do they remain objective?

Perhaps these questions are better left unasked, as Evelyn isn't certain she wants the answers to them.

It's a safe space.]

Thank you,

[she receives the cup gratefully and grips its warmth with desperation. Predisposed to pacing when fraught Evelyn considers that it might be better to gather her thoughts while taking a small a turn about the room.]

I'm not entirely sure where to start, it- [It goes further than Rick.] ...I've been here a very long time.

[Pausing by a window Evelyn chews her lip, fingernails curling against the tea cup.]

Back home I'm- I'm very happily married, I have a son, but until very recently here I have never been lucky enough to be graced with family or friends. Wonderland has not been...kind to me...in that regard. Which- it's difficult, at times. Seeing so many others with kith and kin.

[It's lonely.]