Blackfeather Woods My Demons

Burke looked down skeptically. Oh no. Another like Grimnir? He looked at her with a serious expression. "That is a most serious condition," he pointed out. His pale eyes stayed on her. "Does this voice tell you to kill or hurt others?," he inquired. Maybe it was just a depression, a voice that would talk her down and be there to make her feel worse about herself. It would take a long time to treat that and Burke wasn't an expert yet with mental illnesses. But if there was one place where he could become an expert then Black Feather Woods was the right place for that.