The counselor’s office was barely a stone’s throw away from sickbay–which made sense, once Ben considered it. Since he was cleared as healthy as any young Trill could be, he was free to make his way towards his last stop of the day. Still lugging his heavy bag along, Ben approached the door and entered.

“I’m here to see Lt. Commander Lofton?” he asked the first person he saw that looked like they belonged here. “I’m Cadet d’Qorvos.”