Noah listened to Mr. Wilkinson's questions, waiting until he had finished speaking before responding. "I mainly talk through issues with my patients and go from there. I like to avoid medication unless it's absolutely necessary, I find sometimes it can have more of a negative effect. As for what yourself and your wife can do, just allow us privacy during sessions." He spoke slowly so Mr. Wilkinson could understand everything he was explaining.<br/><br/>Afterwards, he shook his hand again before following the butler to Amelia's room. He straightened out his tie, brushing down on his suit jacket and running a hang through his shaggy hair.<br/><br/>When they reached the study, Noah thanked the butler before giving three quiet knocks on the open door, looking inside.<br/><br/>"Amelia? I'm Noah, it's a pleasure to meet you." He introduced himself, waiting to be invited in before he stepped foot inside her study. The first step to helping any patient was to earn their trust. He was very good at that. Usually his office was a safe place for his clients, but now he would have to improvise. He would try to figure out where Amelia felt safest and go from there. If she felt safe, she was bound to be more open to talking with him.