"Snowball sampling. The networks are a good start, word of mouth. There is little else I can do to find them, it's a unique situation." She did wish there was an easier way, but the fact was, their condition--to anyone else would seem like a mental illness, it was hard to think otherwise, she knew. Cora still struggled and she had been 7.
Her head spun around, however at the words, staring and giving a small little grin, affectionate as she moved, going to hand the cut garlic to him, kissing his cheek, lingering. "That seems in direct opposition of not awkward." Her arm moved to wrap around the thin waist and scooted a bit closer, chin going to rest on his shoulder, "it will be confidential. It is for the good of the gods that see me, no one else."