"Good. What..." She gestures between them.

    "She can tell that you're the same. She's not sure why; she's never seen anything like it before."

Desuka nods, and sits by her. "Good you're okay. Safe here."

And Hashirama returns to take them to the patient.

When they get there, Deskyl waits for the medics to explain the situation and then goes to stand by the patient, touching her shoulder, with her eyes closed. "She's sensing her," DZ translates the sign she gives.

He nods, settling in to meditate and focus his own senses on what's happening.

She signs again after a minute or two: "She'll start now, sir." When she does, it's the tiniest trickle of undifferentiated chakra, shifting to yang after a moment and then slowly increasing in volume, apparently not affecting Deskyl's reserves at all.

Fascinating, especially from a medical perspective.

He pays attention to the patient's vitals, ready to intervene if anything seems to be going catastrophically wrong.

She keeps increasing the rate until she gets it up to something reasonable; it'd take maybe ten minutes for her to finish, this way. Then she switches back to undifferentiated chakra for a moment, and makes an attempt at yin. It's close, but not quite right, and she quickly stops - "She doesn't think she can make the mental type yet, sir; should she continue with the physical, or would an imbalance be dangerous?"

"Imbalances can be dangerous, yes, though yang's the one more important to continuing to breathe. It'll give her more time, at least."

Deskyl nods.

    "She's not sure how long it will take for her to learn yin, but she can repeat this as often as she needs it."

"Thank you. Chakra exhaustion's one of the big medical problems that we've had trouble solving."

Deskyl nods.

    "Sith can't heal people, but this is easy enough, she says. It will be an interesting technical challenge to see if she can make a passive effect that refills you properly."

"You might want to speak to my brother, Tobirama, for that. He's more the theorist."

    "Once she's made some progress on yin, she says."

He nods.

"Would you like to go back to Desuka's place, now?"

    "She'd like to see the training grounds first, sir."

"Alright."

He leads the way through the town. Fortunately, Desuka's place - and the training grounds most convenient to it - are fairly near. Hashirama only shows off ones that are unclaimed, or he knows the person who's claimed it won't mind Deskyl being there after sunset.

She looks at all of them, ultimately picking a fairly secluded one with seating available for Desuka and DZ.

    "Was there anything else, sir?"

He shakes his head. "Unless you need anything. Though there is the matter of paying for food - I can pay you directly for things like work in the hospital, or increase Desuka's stipend, or set you up with a stipend of your own, the last two in exchange for hospital work and essentially as a researcher's salary."

    "She can help at the hospital for now, sir, and she should know more about what else she can do in a few days."

"Alright. If you want to do different things, it might be best to pay you for each bit of work?"

She nods; DZ signs to her again, and she signs back.

    "You should know that she's not very interested in working at the hospital in the long term, sir; she's willing to help in severe cases, but healing isn't considered suitable work for a Sith."

"Understandable. What would be suitable work?"

"Fighting, mostly, sir, and infiltration, and combat leadership. Engineering and research are fine, particularly of weapons and fighting techniques and other combat resources. Art is acceptable, but low status."