"We have very thorough healing back home, but yeah, it's never something that you can too much of."

Nod. She moves to take back the scanner, so she can test the other idea. 

"Where is the rest of your party?" she asks before she gets to that. "Will they show up at some point, or are they busy elsewhere?" 

"They stay at home. We have a dungeon and sometimes it spits monsters in the streets. Usually just small stuff, but is prudent to leave a contingent guarding it."

"Yeesh," she sighs. "Hopefully we don't get anything like that. The shifters are more than enough."

"I'm going to try triggering the fugue without a patient," she says after a moment, picking up the synthesizer. "You two could try holding me back from making the formula if it works," she suggests.

"Is there some way you'd rather not be restrained."

"Ah..." She looks between them uncertainly, "Don't... break anything? If you can avoid it? I'm really not sure there's a way it would be reasonable to try that would bother me too much, if it was necessary... I can probably heal myself after, if you have to hurt me." 

"I understand where you are going, but there isn't much reason to get that far. I don't think. We can figure out your powers without that."

She nods, "I'd definitely rather not have to heal myself. Okay. I'll give this a try, then." 

She focuses on the scanner, considering how to do this. Hm... might as well try to start big.

(She has patients. They're not in front of her, but they definitely exist - people who need healing, healing they can't get from anyone else. They're so very, very sick, dying bit by bit every moment as their bodies turn against them, as the treatment used to kill what's harming them destroys their bodies as well. It's as good as they can do, but not Erin. Erin can do more, so it's her job to fix this problem.)

Her eyes go simultaneously distant and intent, and her hands begin to move, inputting a few words on the scanner and then switching to the synthesizer to begin making a new formula.

They watch this with intent. Only interfering if it looks she will try move out of the room or do something obviously dangerous.

She doesn't try to leave, and nothing she does is obviously dangerous. It takes a while - much longer than any of the formulas she's made so far. The synthesizer produces a dozen different liquids, some of which she mixes, some of which she takes to some of the surrounding machines to do various things to them. A few things change colour. One of them solidifies. These are all mixed together in various amounts while inside yet another machine, which makes a similar sound to the sonic screwdriver-like device once it's turned on. 

This done, she pulls the beaker out, and comes blinking out of the fugue state. She sways a bit, reaching towards the machine to support her weight. 

Fenris, showing unusual gentleness, holds her steady.

"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..."