"...we're not talking about my decimating Tirion's cheese supply anymore? I could talk to Alex and occasionally your dad."

"I was thinking of - the whole thing, years and years -"

"I'm okay, lovely."

"Good."

"And tomorrow Boots'll finish up and you are going to be okay too. I love you."

"Love you too."

Tourism!

There are a lot of visually distinct planets with lots of visually distinct people. She watches them intently - posture, stride, expressions, reaction to scrutiny -

- that file back home with millions of names -

She squeezes Isabella's hand.

Isabella squeezes back. And hops up a bit to peck her on the cheek.

And eventually they go home for more therapy. Orcs, orcs are fairly triggering, as is discussion of how Melkor makes more orcs, as is being touched unexpectedly -

Boots is good at her job.

That's good.

"All done, unless there's anything else you'd like to address?"

"I think I can figure out the rest from here. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"...if you wanted to demonstrate the scary powers it wouldn't be as convincing as for Kib but if you find anything psions aren't known to do - or just a bunch of things it'd take Liz forever to pick up -"

"Uh, with Kib I gave him color agnosia and hemisphere neglect and dyscalculia. Which if I understand it would each individually be time-consuming and a waste of effort for a psion to learn to do?"

"...yeah, sure, I'll have those, I won't be completely certain that settles it but I'll be able to assure myself that I wasted vast quantities of Liz's time if it's not."

"I also considered a bunch of other agnosias, if you want to stack it deeper than three. Agnosias are actually really easy for me and they get bizarrely niche, like, 'cannot distinguish the fingers on the hand' bizarrely niche."

"...yeah, okay, why not."

"I have the oomph for like, five, today, and then I need my break -"

Agnosias!

...yeah, okay, that would have required putting her on pause for a long time while picking up a lot of completely useless stuff. She squeezes Isabella's hand again, with fingers that she is unable to distinguish.

Giggle. Squeeze.

"Thank you," she says when she has sorted out all of the agnosias.

"You're welcome. I can take 'em off or they'll wear off on their own in a bit -?"