C100 Psychologist Zurra

A couple of hours later, Gerald sat outside the tent circle, a bag of ice pressed against his throbbing head. His eyes looked empty and distant. Cha’Rolette was inside, still smoothing things over. Trahzi had come out just long enough to drag Ilrica away and make her reinstall the part of the bulkhead she had removed. Gerald had been forced to do a couple of interviews for some reporters