"Are you back with us?"

She leans on Fenris, all her focus on making sure she holds the beaker steady. It's fine if she falls over so long as it doesn't break. This is- this is-

"I think this will cure DIPG," she says, voice faint and a little hysterical, "Brain stem cancer. I didn't expect that to work."

Blink. Smile. "That's amazing."

"It is," she agrees, slowly smiling, "I can definitely forgive all the ridiculousness for this!" She carefully sets it on a stable surface, mind racing as she does so, "If I can make this, what else can I make? And can I make enough? I need to figure out what these machines do, maybe one of them is some kind of replicator-" she pauses, a thought striking her. "...Do things like this still work outside the seeded areas?"

"They usually don't, but you can take someone in a seeded area, administer the cure and then they will remain cured after leaving."

"The magic, for whatever reason, doesn't like to make leaving the town cause you to die. Or to come back for that matter. It also doesn't like to let you keep your limbs if you lost them outside the affected area, but that doesn't always work the same."

"Damn... There are a lot of people who won't be able to travel somewhere the medicines will work." 

Felix pats her on the back reassuringly. "We haven't even begun to explore the possibilities of this system, we might come up with something. And we think that if we make them publically available people outside the influenced area will still hear about a new cure and come over. They will just hear an edited version that the magic came up with."

"Yes, but," she shakes her head, "Sorry. I started thinking about the bad right away instead of being happy about the good." She sighs, staring down at the beaker. "Well, that experiment worked, at least. You didn't try to stop me at some point?" She asks. "Or did you try and it didn't bring me out of it?" 

"We didn't, mostly because it didn't look like you are going to leave or set anything on fire."

"And messing with chemical processes done by someone with the skill sounds like a bad way to start a fire."

"...On the one hand, someone is likely to interrupt me eventually. If not one of our group, then an enemy. I want to say that it would be safer to see what happens if we interrupt me here, where we're not in danger. On the other hand, it's true that we really don't have any idea how volatile these chemicals are." She hums. "Maybe try interrupting me before I use the synthesizer to make the chemicals?" 

"You should have an escort. Even without the trance, you're not the tank sort of healer."

She makes a face, but nods, "You're right. I'm not exactly a trained fighter." She frowns, "Maybe I shouldn't even come along on this," she admits unhappily, "My abilities make me more useful after the action than during it..."

"Not impossible that they can find their way in and attack you while alone."

"I don't think we're really safe anywhere," she acknowledges, "But the security system here probably makes it safer than most places? Though, of course, if we look at this with narrative logic, the system will fail at the worst possible time, letting the shifters in when we least expect it," she adds, wry. 

"Or the shifters simply take the form of someone hurt and you can't tell from the real thing and goes into a trance."

"Oh," she looks down, "Yes, that could happen," she agrees. 

"That sounds like another good reason to test whether you can hold me back safely."

Sigh. "True. Maybe try to think of something easily treatable? That still ought to only spend simpler - and presumable safer - cures."

"Hm," she nods, "Something simple..." She thinks on it, and then blinks, placing her left hand on the opposite shoulder, where she's still a bit bruised from the fight earlier that day. It's a little hard to say what this system considers a 'simple injury', but she figures bruises might qualify. 

She focuses on healing her own bruise, and the fugue comes over her. 

(It's good to know that her own injuries qualify.)

She reaches for the scanner to input the instructions for the synthesizer.

Nope. Fenris grabs her wrist and then the synthesizer.

Her head snaps up, eyes turning a pale blue and her skin seeming to ripple, revealing the green and brown scales of her apparent true form underneath. She hisses at him, her arm straining against his grip, trying to reach the synthesizer. She's stronger than she looks. 

So are they. They might not be strenght oriented classes, but of course they spent enough points to get abs. And fairly descent muscles.

Her hissing gets louder when she finds herself unable to break their grip. This doesn't stop her from trying to get it back, though - she jerks towards Fenris, trying to sink her teeth into his arm. 

He manages to avoid that by hitting her chin with his forearm.