"I gave her a job. I think she cares about it; I am not sure that's sufficient to make her good at it. She thinks you might make up the difference."

"I see. My life certainly never stops getting more interesting."

"Is that what you look for in it?"

Atha tilts her head. 

"... Before I met Jinx, I would have unhesitatingly answered that question with 'yes.' Now I don't."

Jinx, he doesn't say. "I would like a very uninteresting life, personally. In this case I'll settle for - she could maybe do more good than harm."

"She could. She means well, but she won't slow down long enough to let a therapist catch up to her, and she doesn't want to be ordered around by one anyway. Fortunately I've lived an interesting enough life to not bore her, and she seems to understand that I'm on her side, more or less."

"Well, good luck to you both."

She offers him a business card, crisp and stiff and professionally textured.

"If you ever need a grey for something interestingly novel, feel free to contact me. My qualifications are online, if you would like to go on something more than the word of a manic blue heiress."

"It sounded like you had a bit of a full-time job but I'll keep that in mind."

Atha bobs her head in a nod. "Fair enough."

He hands her his contact information as well. "Best of luck."

"Hopefully I won't need it."

"I consider myself an optimist and yet I do expect you to need some luck."

She hides a smile. "I said hopefully."

"Fair enough." And he leaves.