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One of Mina’s greatest joys in teaching was seeing her students grow; helping them discover their strengths and overcome their weaknesses; watching them evolve from children into well-rounded adults; discovering where their path in life was taking them. She encouraged all of them – even those not interested in pursuing a career in medicine – to keep in touch, and to reach out if they ever needed anything. Every year there was always a spectrum of communication: some never reached out, some whose frequency had decreased over time but was still occasional, and some corresponded regularly (even years later). Aside from their letters, Christmas cards were Mina’s favorite thing to receive – especially if they included recent photographs of their pets and children and family adventures.A rather unexpected consistent correspondent was Fabien Sanxay: an Ombrelune boy who had been quite discontented and unmotivated when he’d first entered her class, but had cleaned up his act nicely and proven to be quite the adept student by the second half of his fifth year. His younger sister, Estelle, had recently graduated and was now making her way through Healing school. Fabien had not chosen a career in Healing, despite his high marks, and had not reached out to reconnect until about two years ago (which was two years after he’d graduated). And over these past two years, she’d learned more about him than she had during the five years she had taught him. As she’d done with several of her more consistent correspondents, Mina had issued an open invitation to come by her home at any time (though with a few days’ notice at least so she could ensure she would be there) for tea, biscotti, and general catching-up – and today he was taking her up on that offer.Upon hearing a knock at the door, Bouton’s head popped up from his bed and he simultaneously emitted a single soft ‘whuf!’, ears pricked towards the entryway. When he saw Mina moving towards the door he got up, stretched, and trotted after her with the tell-tale click-clacking of his forever-long(-no-matter-how-frequently-Mina-trimmed-them) terrier nails.“Fabien!” she beamed as she opened the door, embracing him with a customary air-kiss on each cheek. “Come in, come in – ah, how you have grown!” (She couldn’t resist the cliché; the grandmère instinct was too strong.) Mina gently laid a hand under his chin, surveying his features: clearly recognizable as the student she’d once taught, now decidedly no longer a young boy.Bouton took advantage of this to pad over to their guest, then, tail wagging happily as he snuffled at Fabien’s shoes and legs. Mina removed her hand, then, and used it to beckon Fabien towards her sitting room, where a tea tray and a plate of fresh biscotti was already waiting.“It is so nice to see you, il mio fiore,” she told him, using her standard ‘pet name’ she’d used for her students for years. “Now, do tell this old woman what you have been up to since our last exchange, hm?”