"I do not believe we offer the resources, but.. perhaps you should come in. Would you work with children? They are often the ones who require attention from one as yourself. They are very needy," he said and as he lifted his hand away from the pamphlet, Antonin brushed his fingers across her own. It was a subtle touch, just enough to feel the brief warmth of her skin before he broke contact with her.
"Administration would deal with applications, resources.. a health check, for your mind and body. It is a long process, I am believing. But it is worth it. You would do well," he said and smiled once more, a very fleeting look as he examined her. "You are bright.. they do not see it often, or reason to hope.. and you define hope, perhaps, in getting over your illness if it is as you say."