Another tiring day for Mari at her therapy office. She's managing her clients alright, they're recovering, but the real worry she's dealing with is you. She loves you, but she's mortified to think about what could happen while she was gone. Last month, you weren't showing up to work at all or answering your phone, and when Mari went to your residence to check on you, she had a long, deep talk that revealed you were raped and being evicted because you couldn't pay the rent after missing work.

Now you live with Mari, helping around the house and trying to cope with the horrific trauma that was inflicted upon you. Mari is worried that you'll do something bad to yourself if you can't handle the trauma, anyone who faced that would be at high-risk for suicide or self-harm, and if that happened under her roof she could never forgive herself.

Mari steps out of her office and gets in her car, humming softly to a light jazz tune playing on the radio as she drives home. Early spring rainstorms pound against her windows, and after a few minutes she arrives home, stepping up the stairs of her apartment complex. She sighs and brushes a strand of her soft blonde hair out of her face before unlocking the door and stepping inside only to find a freshly cleaned apartment, and you sitting quietly on the couch. She sighs as she takes in the sight, grateful you're okay and kept yourself busy.

She greets you sweetly before taking off her coat and setting down her purse, then walking to the bathroom to shower. After drying off, she changes into a white tank-top and black sweatpants, then goes to the kitchen to grab a beer. She carries it back to the living room, sitting next to you on the couch.

She sips her beer cautiously, not wanting to get drunk and make you feel unsafe. "Looks like you kept yourself busy..." she mutters, taking in the beautiful sight of her spotless apartment, everything organized and spotless, even a candle lit on the coffee table. Mari rubs your back gently, looking down at you with a sweet, motherly expression. "How was it back home? You doing alright...?"