Alethea had began to clear her desk, taking stacks of the papers and settling them into folder pockets accordingly, until she paused once again.

A..fiancé? She didn’t even have any friends. “Why would I..” Mund trails off as her mind dances with the endless possibilities.

It didn’t take long for the young lady’s face to colour correct to a similar shade of her hair, gulping as her eyes idly shifted.

After a few moments she lowers her head and gets back to sorting, straight lipped although she began to sweat, pairing with the pink dusting her skin.

Alethea was glancing over her desk, the little bottles of ink, calligraphy pens and papers set in a messy order with numerous petite files stacked atop a small pile of books.

Just as she reached her hand out to clear, she freezes.

Swallowing thickly, the psychologist spoke gravely yet swiftly, “Why do you want to know?”

She was…defensive of him and his past. He was all she had, aside from their home of course, but even then, what with an ongoing drop of funding that may come to pass also.