She nods and regards him with sympathy. While her solo career was long behind her, production and editing were a stressful road all their own.
"Well, you don't need to handle things alone. If you ever get overwhelmed, find me, and if I'm not here--" she turns and grabs a paper-
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eyed the food softly , deciding against eating just yet ; the tension had shifted , but his stomach remained in knots.
“ thank you ...intense , but it helped. just— too many responsibilities catching up to me. rough day. ”
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napkin and scribbles down her phone number on the surface.
"Here's my number, you can always reach out to talk, alright?" She rolls her shoulders and stretches out, her ears perking forward toward the hallway. "This job is hard in it's own ways, and it's good to lean on-
in the moment.
There's an assortment of fresh julienned vegetables, a creamy dill dip and some cheese and salami. It waits on the table behind them when he finishes.
"And after, if you want to talk about it, I'm always here."
"Of course, do what's comfortable." Lyri turns and allows him a moment of privacy while she busies herself. In the fridge she retrieves three containers marked with a large 'L' on them.
She prepares him a light snack plate for after he finishes, happy to help someone in need-
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“ makes sense. forcing the body to reboot when words can’t fix it. can i... just start with my hands first ? not sure i’m ready to drown my face just yet. ”
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more to shock your system out of a panic attack. I personally do this over the sink and just dunk my face, but some people find benefit just by submerging their hands into the cold water."
She glances at him with a smile. "Either way, it should help reset your mind."
A gentle laugh and an extended hand. "Come on now if you're curious."
She'll lead him to the kitchen, retrieve a large bowl big enough to fit her head, and fills it with a decent amount of ice. She fills the bowl with cold water and waits about a minute.
"This one is-
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“ i get it. like controlling your breathing when the anxiety hits. ”
fingers keep tracing the grooves of the stone , visibly more grounded and less tormented by his thoughts.
“ what is it ? the other remedy. ”
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"It doesn't necessarily remove the worries but helps your brain slow down."
She hums quietly and runs a hand through her hair. "It gives your brain something to focus on that isn't what's stressing you out."
She inhales. "There is one other remedy but, it's less plesant."
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takes the stone and inspects it , repeating the motion as instructed. he can’t tell if it’s actually working , but the rhythm keeps his hands occupied.
“ so... is this how it takes your worries away ? ”
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She approaches and offers a stone, on one side unremarkable and smooth. When she turns it over in his palm, the other side is carved with dents and bumps worn smooth.
"When my mind bothers me, this helps. Use your thumb and rub along it. I call it a worry stone."