And he’s not strictly speaking the best person to assess this particular element: Stephen always defaults to the bare logistics, physical symptoms and measurable effects.

But he’s been around here long enough to think, Riftwatch probably needs a therapist. Just, y’know, not for him. So he hesitates, a crooked finger pressed to the page to save his spot in the middle of the the meticulous documentation of everything except her emotional state.

“And how are you feeling?” he asks, hammering right on it. Because he remembers the bleak statistics: “Over thirty percent of amputees experience depression. It’s a common after-effect.”