"Mandatory therapy" was not a new concept to Eden. She'd been to many a court-ordered shrink sesh in her short time on this earth, and so was well-practiced in the art of getting nothing out of them. She'd perfected the sit-and-be-silent, the say-what-they-want-to-hear, the pretend-to-meaningfully-interact-with-a-prop, and especially the Keep-Your-Secrets-To-Yourself. Many hyphens, many stories. Yadayadayadayada. Feelings were a business to risky to entertain.

She'd usually sit next to a friend, and it wasn't like she didn't have options. There was Mamie and Quinn, Ash, Lia, Tadhg...but not today. They may actually want to participate in therapy.

At least there were snacks. Eden took a ~generous~ helping of cinnamon bread as she made her way to the very back row. She'd be getting lost in a floo of thought shortly.