Mr. Andrew Porter was an elderly high elf who worked at the Migdon Rehabilitation Center for Disturbed Young Supernaturals, but everyone called him Andy. He'd been the first to be employed as a therapist in the institution, and was one of the oldest employees. The children were fond of him and the staff respected him. His greying blond hair gave him the fatherly look, while the crow's feet that appeared beside his eyes whenever he smiled warmed his patients.
Andy was the only staff Dominic had a personal relationship with. When he'd been bundled into the school as a mangy little boy, the high elf had been the only one to squat to his level, smile kindly at him, and welcome him to MARC. Andy had gone further to request Dominic be assigned to him. Rather than treat him as a ticking time bomb like everyone else, the therapist had shown him compassion.
"Well, how are you going about what we discussed last time?" Andy asked the one opposite him.
