Lets have a talk

The woman listened as was her duty. She continued to click the rocks, the sound steady, yet sporadic all at once. She watched his eyes, seeing them move beneath his lids. This was something that they would continue to do over the arduous process ahead. They would not only use this rapid eye therapy, but many other types integrated into the same sessions. One of them was bound to help more than others, but a culmination of the lot would do him well.

She listened. She watched. She said nothing unless he began to stall. Iolaire relived the moment with him, smelling the smells and seeing what he saw. She could not, however, feel what he felt. It was up to Sirius to relay those feelings to the healer. He spoke of famine. He spoke of a chase, of war, of death. In the end, he remembered the taste of blood and rage.

Lest he thought it was going to be this simple... the woman finally spoke. "Keep going." It was an order. He needed to relive everything if he was going to push it aside. The rocks continued to click. She needed him to dig deep. He needed to share his doubts, his panic, his terror. He needed the entire experience to be out in the open before he could even begin to close that chapter of his life.