Psych eval (Stella/Emil)

Yet another drop into this foul pond of tragedy, hmm? He had received word of the situation; a kidnapping, possibly a rogue Shinigami, one of their newer soldiers having quite the rough recovery. Though she had an assignment to her case, he had personally decided to step in and take over; not out of any special interest for her specifically, but rather how delicate the situation was. He wanted in-person assurance of whatever information she may have, as well as to get her back in working order as soon as possible - a well company was a smooth company, after all; couldn't risk any more erratics.

With a gentle knock, his steady hand would softly open the door a brief moment later, the young lady greeted with a friendly smile upon his pale lips, his voice filled with warmth and interest, "Ms. Bauer? Are you ready for your session?"

"Oh, there's no need for 'sir'. You can call me Dr. Holsen, or simply Doctor. Whatever you feel is more comfortable dear."

He'd take a nearby stool, calmly sitting down. Nothing was in his hands, not even a notepad; there was a recording device courtesy of his little assistant on his person, not that the young lady would be aware of. This meeting had to be as authentic as possible; clipboards tended to be far too stuffy and rigid for patients to be able to connect with him cleanly.

"So how are you today, Ms. Bauer? Have you gotten enough rest? Ate properly?"

Of course she would be suffering nightmares after such a traumatic situation; he did pity her a touch, but pity wasn't going to get her back in working order. He'd have to inform the doctors to keep a close eye on her and monitor external activities... Poor sleep quality after traumatic incidents tended to lead to reckless action or extreme emotions from a mind clouded by exhaustion.

"Medication won't make your nightmares go away, my dear," His soft voice carried across to her, hands folded together as his posture read as unimposing, kind, "It is oft thought that dreams are the mind's way of processing information, or to prepare you for something. Though one's body and mind are capable of incredible healing with rest, sometimes you need something outside to help you make sense of it,"

Leaning back a little, he made sure not to make any sudden movements, keeping his glassy expression on the young woman, "The only way to begin healing, is to address the wound Ms. Bauer. Are there any experiences you wish to share with me today?"

"Breathe my dear, look at me. Four in, four held, four out," He'd gently put a hand on the edge of her bed to grab her attention, calmly demonstrating the steps with his hand as extra emphasis and grounding, raising it for the inhale, curling it into a fist for the hold, and lowering it for exhale. It'd be difficult to work with her if she had an anxiety episode, and that breathing technique was oft something he'd teach to his anxious patients, "Any time you feel that burn in your chest, that weakness in your hands, you must breathe Ms. Bauer. It will help calm your nerves. Ensure you have water nearby as well."

Leaning away again, his hands would rest on his lap, "As for your story, i'm certain that was a very terrible scenario to live through, especially for a novice to this work. We have many honorable members perish on the field, that is the price of having to deal with spiritual threats. Look at me, Ms. Bauer."

His expression would be played into something more serious, stern, like a parent looking upon their child before telling them something important, "You cannot hold yourself responsible for a tragedy beyond your control. You will destroy yourself over something none of the victims would have blamed you for. Self-flagellation may seem like the reasonable conclusion, but you did not orchestrate their deaths, you did not wish for them to die; you are as much a victim here as the slain."

Singing a deep sigh, his shoulders dropping, he'd conclude, "Mourn them, cry for them, but no amount of self fault will improve you, or bring them back. It's happened. You must focus on what you can control."

"Ms. Bauer," He'd calmly interject, once again resting his hand on the edge of the bed, giving care not to actually touch her but simply get her attention in an unintrusive manner, "Do you truly believe that thinking obsessively of how to prevent an unpredictable tragedy will be of benefit to you on the field? If anything, i'd say it to be more necessary to keep a clear head and acknowledgement of your task is what you could be doing. There is a reason all of the strategists do most of their work here; it's quite to chart a detailed path when you're already on it without missing a landmark or two."

With soft grace, he lifted his hand away once more, "I advise you allow the individuals who have experience in this form of work to do their job; you cannot bring such a dangerous individual in on your own. But, you may take this as reason, motivation, to strengthen yourself. Simply don't push yourself too hard; putting too much strain on your mind and body will sooner make it break than strengthen it, dear."

Hands on his lap, he'd give a gentle smile, "Is there anything else you'd like to talk about?"