It makes sense to assume a verbal explanation would be easier to follow, and Ness doesn't know how to explain to Stephen that it's not, necessarily. Yes, the medical jargon is opaque, and it's strange to see herself as a collection of medical data and not a person–but seeing it through the filter of his thoughts and understanding offers comprehension she's never had the education to attain for herself. He thinks the words and she knows what they mean because he knows, which is fascinating and cool and Ness doesn't want to retreat–
But the spell only lasts so long before she'd have to cast it again, and Stephen was hesitant enough to allow her in to begin with; she won't overstay her welcome. Her eyes re-focus as their violet glow fades, and she offers an excited smile.
"That was fascinating–I understood it all when I was reading your thoughts, but now that I'm out I only know as much as I did before, I just know that you thought it looked alright. The implications–"
Hang on–Ness trails off, smile fading as she thinks better of the commentary. Perhaps by reading his mind she could help with procedures, treatments where Stephen could use a third hand... but perhaps also it could be strange to have his knowledge co-opted so completely in that way. Besides, her remaining hand won't be much more effective than his own, no matter how adept she's forced to get with it.
So. A different topic, then.
"What happened to me?" It's no less fraught a subject, but in light of what he thought about death's door, it's the one that's most top-of-mind. "That is, I know that the site became infected. Was it that? An infection that grew out of control? I can't remember much after I first returned to the infirmary."
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But the spell only lasts so long before she'd have to cast it again, and Stephen was hesitant enough to allow her in to begin with; she won't overstay her welcome. Her eyes re-focus as their violet glow fades, and she offers an excited smile.
"That was fascinating–I understood it all when I was reading your thoughts, but now that I'm out I only know as much as I did before, I just know that you thought it looked alright. The implications–"
Hang on–Ness trails off, smile fading as she thinks better of the commentary. Perhaps by reading his mind she could help with procedures, treatments where Stephen could use a third hand... but perhaps also it could be strange to have his knowledge co-opted so completely in that way. Besides, her remaining hand won't be much more effective than his own, no matter how adept she's forced to get with it.
So. A different topic, then.
"What happened to me?" It's no less fraught a subject, but in light of what he thought about death's door, it's the one that's most top-of-mind. "That is, I know that the site became infected. Was it that? An infection that grew out of control? I can't remember much after I first returned to the infirmary."