"I mean, establishing rapport is a thing, and I have bent this rule based on being the most practically available person on hand before or I couldn't have treated Fëanáro's mother, but the idea is that the focus is supposed to be on the patient and too much information had by the patient about the therapist's personal qualities or too much worrying on either side about the effect on the nontherapeutic relationship will affect progress."

"Also I really can't think of any reasons I need a therapist beyond 'a bad thing happened and everyone wants to feel like they've done the responsible things about it'."

"The out-of-character lack of charity on the topic is one of the things that has me persuaded you still need it," Findekáno says.

"I can address nightmares and panic attacks if nothing else."

"Ah, but didn't you hear? He doesn't have panic attacks. He has internal panic attacks, and those don't strike him as the sort of thing that require fixing."

"Findekáno -"

"I am not likely to drop this."

"I could insist."

"And you haven't."

"I didn't see involuntary patients and if I had they would have been dangers to themselves or others."

"You don't have an involuntary patient, you have one who needs my wellbeing rather than his to be the reason he's asking for help."

"All right."

The guest rooms are quite pretty. The Elves seem to have taken their disagreement to privater channels of communication. The glaring they are doing is slightly mitigated by how they hold hands as if the world would end if they let go.

Awwww.

"G'night."

They wish her a good night. In the morning there is a basket of Tirion goodies outside her door.

Mmm, goodies. She breakfasts thereupon and goes looking for the library.

It is not hard to find. It is also ridiculously extravagant and ridiculously big. Feanáro is sprawled on the floor reading.

"Having fun?"

"There are so many universes and there's so much to read and apparently my grownup self spends lots of his time sped up so he can perceive things three times as fast as normal but no one's explained to me how to do it and I could be done growing up by the time I learned all the things just in this library!!!"

"...should I take that as a yes you are having fun?"

"I am better than when I thought you were gone forever. But I am not okay because I don't know everything yet."

"It seems that with so many things to know it might be a worthwhile thing to do to figure out how to be okay while not knowing everything yet."

"That'd take time I could spend learning everything."

"Well," she says, "if there is such a thing, it is a thing that you'd need to learn how to do to know everything anyway, and it might as well be first since it will possibly make you more efficient at the rest of it."

"How do I do it?"

"Good question. What's the not-okayness like?"

"I feel - like everyone who looks at me is thinking how desperately stupid I am, and there are all these bad things that are my fault because I could stop them if I knew enough and I don't know enough, and if I don't know everything I'm not sure what the point of me existing even is."

"I am very sure no one is thinking you are stupid. People evaluate each other in comparison to other people and you are ridiculously brilliant by comparison to people in general."

"I think people are stupid sometimes. So it makes sense they're thinking it of me."

"Well, people could think the sun was dark or water was dry, they'd just, you know, be wrong."