Thorn (thinking): Back at the doctor again. At least, this time, I feel good about my chances. Tiernan can sleep in the waiting room, that’s how confident I am.
Never met this other guy before. Or his little dog, either.
Canine soulbond. Probably means he’s dealing with something other than combat trauma.
Thorn: Hey, buddy . . . What are you in for?
Niamh (thinking): Ask a stupid question . . .