Sunbeam Lair Local Shrink (Trade!)

As she listened, Bonnie's ears slowly lowered back against her head, her brow furrowed with concern. There were too many open doors here, but she wasn't sure if she knew Ava enough to ask for more, or if she'd be willing to share. She adjusted her stance so she was sitting on her rump, but tiny as she was, the height between them wasn't much. Well I, and pardon me for asking, but I'd like to know a bit more. What exactly did he do? Jolon, I mean. Maybe once she knew the offense, her guidance would flow better. Her voice was smooth, in a motherly coo, to try and calm the possible sense of invasion, but Bonnie was playing in dangerous terrain; the locked doors of a stranger's conscience.