"Hmmm. I suppose they wouldn't." It had been years since Saith had left home, that much Robin did know. Whether or not he still kept in touch with his sisters was anyone's guess, although by now some of them had to realize he was the queen's consort.

Whatever she put on him this time felt like liquor. "You sure that's not a good vintage you're wasting on me, doctor?" he asked. "That does burn quite powerfully, you know."

"But what is a psychiatrist? And therapy? I daresay you sound much like the physicians I see in my own world."