It was weird to have Dante call her by her professional name, even though she knew it was more for the sake of the waiting room than for her. She'd known Dante since she was practically a kid, and Dante knew all her secrets. Formality didn't exactly suit them. Still, she waited until they got away from the others before commenting.
"It's weird when you're polite," she said, knowing Dante wouldn't take any offense and would know what she meant.
She didn't push when Dante said she was okay. She wasn't her therapist and it wasn't really her place to be handling Dante's mental health. That was decidedly not where her medical expertise lay. She could support her, and let her know she was there for what she needed. But beyond that, she didn't want to overstep.
"I'm glad to hear that, pisicuță," she said. "If you do need anything, I am always here." She snorted quietly at Dante's explanation. "And I was not complaining. I promise. It is good to see you again."
She shrugged, still looking over the file even as they spoke. "I am good," she said. "Oliver is also well, as I'm sure you saw." Her tone went soft and fond as it always did when she spoke of her husband. "Lidia is in college, if you can believe that. We're very proud of her. The clinic is going as it always does. Nothing terribly exciting to report."
She set the file aside. "Notice any changes," she asked, "or anything troubling?"