[ The doctor’s fairly accustomed to people sitting in this room, door closed, giving a report about deeply personal topics. (Orlov, discussing things he absolutely did not want to discuss. Baynrac, the same.) He’s had months of practicing his actively-listening face. ]
Take your time.
[ The problem with Ennaris doing the notes, however, is that Strange doesn’t have anything to do with his hands while he waits for her to re-compose herself. So he folds them over his stomach instead and tries to affect casual patience, as if this exchange is perfectly normal, as if her hands aren’t shaking as his normally do. And eventually his nudging question, when it comes, is almost brutally straightforward: ]
Was that your death? Contact with magical forces. Gaining magic.
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Take your time.
[ The problem with Ennaris doing the notes, however, is that Strange doesn’t have anything to do with his hands while he waits for her to re-compose herself. So he folds them over his stomach instead and tries to affect casual patience, as if this exchange is perfectly normal, as if her hands aren’t shaking as his normally do. And eventually his nudging question, when it comes, is almost brutally straightforward: ]
Was that your death? Contact with magical forces. Gaining magic.