[Thanks to the session earlier, and all the tea, she has no problems with answering the form, chin propped up on one hand while the other has the pen gliding across the page-- nothing shorthand, words filling the paper up sometimes even more than can fit in the space provided.
What, they said detail and honesty. Though, a part of her remains unsure about the talking about this with someone after]
[She loses her steam and comes to a full stop when she's asked to reveal her fears, the scratching of her pen ceasing... only to become a tapping as she starts to idly poke the print on the page in thought and deliberation. Sorry if that bothers you]