The Pack's Emissary
Rhett corrected with a smirk almost inaudibly, tucking a pamphlet into his back pocket.
“A polycule,” the doctor repeated, blankly. “Okay.” She led them to a hallway lined with small offices. “It’s going be crowded,” she said dubiously as they shuffled into the office. There was a bed pushed against a wall framed by a curtain, and clustered about with intimidating looking equipment, and a small desk and bookcase, with three chairs, one for the doctor, and the other two presumably for the parents. “I would get more chairs but…” (They wouldn’t fit).
“It’s fine,” Heath assured her warmly, gesturing for Aislen to sit, before standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders. “We can stand.”