Aslan was a small man; serious of expression and resolute in step, but ultimately easy to overlook in most situations. His handshake was briefly almost crushing, but settled into a firm grip.

Immediately, Dr. Witaker struck him as someone who was … haunted, but handling it well. While Aslan was not possessing of the same easy warmth, he did give a grateful nod and sit as directed.

“Thank you for having me, Dr. Witaker. What can I do for you today?”