Sinthia hated to miss the first physical therapy session, having not met the nurse yet, but she'd needed to keep an appointment with the vet. She came back with Avi, long winter fur now newly storm for the coming warmth. The dog was can and had a service tag on his martingale collar, though it was unobtrusive and she rarely needed to point it out.

What she'd expected was to see Illya, given she was picking him up to go home after this. She'd been told the nurse was make, but she hadn't thought he'd look quite like that, or that Illya would be watching him like he was. And yet she smiled, because she hadn't seen that smile in a long time.

"Am I interrupting?" she asked, waiting in the doorway with Avi nosing into the room, beautiful standing by her. She was too, even in casual clothes, dark hair twisted back from her face and into a tail over her shoulder.