That was my thought, if there was even something like that. It often feels like there's a lot of us with a great deal of pain and no one who's a... professional sort to speak to. [ Why is that, she wonders. Who knows. The ocean needs to bring some more therapists. There's a thoughtful frown before she remembers: ]

... Peter's father was a psychiatrist—? I think that's the same kind of thing in regards to the kind of help maybe Peter would need, right? ... Although I'm not sure how much he'd be receptive to it.

[ Would speaking to someone who works in the same field as his father be too painful? She doesn't know. ]

He does know he can always speak to me, at least. [ And Luna's told him she'll always try to help the best she can, even if she's not sure how she might help him. There is that, which is often better than nothing. ] I do try, and I do think it helps sometimes but...

[ Well, she's.... just her, isn't she? ]