[Therapy] Scalemate Feelings Jam (Z)

[Inkwell]

Isaak wasn't quite sure what he was doing here. Apparently the resident queen wher had tried to drag her handler bodily to him for mindhealing at some point, and so it had become necessary for him to go to them. He didn't know much about whers, personally, but he knew enough to know that a wher wouldn't give up if it had its mind set on something, especially if that wher was a bossy queen.

"So," he said to the man sitting opposite him. "You have a problem. Or your wher thinks you do, at any rate. Care to elaborate?"

[S'yal]

"I don't." Z wasn't happy to be here at all. It was clear in his body language- he looked more like a kicked puppy then a goldhandler. Why was Zalmask doing this to him? Z didn't need any therapy! She thought he was crazy. Z cast a glare to the gold, who was sitting awkwardly at his side and focusing yellow eyes on Isaak. Attempting to get her to leave had just earned Z a low snarl.

Zalmask sighed in a long suffering way, looking over Isaak before speaking. Everyone keep dying. Zalmask's sad. Zalmask's drink too much. Make stop?[/b]

A pause.

"We're actually here for her. She's got a terrible problem, doc." Z began, his voice completely serious. "She has a serious nagging bitch syndrome."

Mind-man read profile, yes? Zalmask try explain. Make Zalmask's better, please.[/b]

ZALMASK THIS IS NOT HOW THERAPY WORKS.