"What do you think about this session? How do you feel?" A small pause. "Is it something you'd want to do again, something you can commit to weekly?
Gianna asked the questions softly, turning her head toward Olive as they stepped out of the private, sunlit room Damian had chosen for today's intensive session. She took a deep, grounding breath, her sharp eyes scanning the younger woman's face.
Olive had a slightly dazed quality in her eyes—an emotional hangover that was entirely understandable. Damian was masterfully good at his job—Athena wasn't kidding around when she called him the best in the game—possessing a rare, clinical precision that could strip away years of reinforced psychological armor in a single hour.
