There. The glimmer of honesty and vulnerability she had been waiting for. It came out unexpectedly but she caught it, and she would not forget it. Psyche wanted to inquire further, but Darla's next question obliged her to pause, to phrase her response carefully.
"Almost by accident," she admitted, smiling wryly. "I had lost something very dear to me, once. I met Dr. Psiakis while I was searching for it."
It was vague to a fault -- cryptic, almost -- but it was the truth, and she wouldn't lie to the young lady sitting across from her.
But she would try to return to that open admittance.
"I'm very sorry about your aunt," she whispered, her tone and her expression full of sympathy.