< Therapy. Huh. > It's a weird thought, that a school like this might have something as mundane as therapists. He preens some feathers on his back, restlessly, trying not to start spewing all his thoughts out again.

< I didn't think that was... uh, an option here. Because I can't go to just anyone, obviously. Even if I morph human, I can't explain half the stuff that's gone on. > A beat. < What do you mean by 'ground yourself'? What do you think would do it? >