:He's better at this than I am. I will accidentally pick up things you don't mean to say till I have more practice:

Leareth is too bleary to try to convey that he's been doing this the whole time. It'll probably be easier to avoid now that Marian knows that he's picking up her answers mentally, and can think them loudly instead of absently talking to him while mostly thinking about inscrutable numbers on boxes. 

Marian frowns. Considers it for a long moment. 

Go ahead, she thinks as distinctly as she can in Belrun's general direction. I have no idea who you people are and it seems important to know? 

:Well, I'm Belrun and he's Leareth. We're from - somewhere else - I have no idea where this is, we got here in a magical accident and fell in the river and got separated:

On the one hand what the HELL on the other hand 'literal magic' is...maybe a better explanation for various weird occurrences than - what did she think before - mysterious accident-prone-ness? 

She remembers that she has to think her answers clearly, and tries. :Oh. Is the magic why he sets things on fire sometimes?: 

:Presumably. He must have been really freaked out, it'll be better now I'm here:

Marian is SO RELIEVED to have someone who knows her patient, who can talk to her, and who isn't herself incredibly out of it and confused! Also it's pretty convenient that she can answer by thinking; none of the other nurses have actually asked her about her bizarre one-sided conversations with her patient, but she's slightly worried they're going to stage an intervention about her going crazy or something. 

:I figured it was because he was freaked out and it wasn't on purpose. It was a really close call earlier, though - he broke, uh, some of the equipment that's helping keep him alive, and then he couldn't breathe, it was super scary. But he seemed really set on not wanting me to give him more drugs so he'd be asleep: 

:He was terrified, yeah. Is there going to be some kind of trouble about the broken equipment - or the doors -:

:...What about the doors?: 

:There were some locked doors between me and him and I think I did not open them in the usual fashion but I don't know if it damaged them badly:

:Oh, is that what Dr Millinger was yelling about?: Marian frowns. :So - hmm, we - don't have magic at all, here? I don't know what people'll think but they won't think that - I, uh, might've implied the equipment damage thing was because of an electrical malfunction with it: Shrug. :I don't know. I was kind of planning to worry about that later or just let someone else worry about it, I had enough on my plate with him: 

:...huh. Okay. I did also Mindspeak to someone who objected to my being here:

:Oh. Who? ...I mean, uh, what color hair, what did they look like...?: 

Belrun sends a mental image.

:Whoooooa you can do that too??? Neat!: Marian takes a deep breath. :That's Alice. She's my friend. Also, uh, she's having a horrible day right now, her patients keeps trying to die on her, so she's probably a bit snappier than usual. I...can try to talk to her at some point?: 

She twists her hand around a fistful of her scrubs. That sounds SO SOCIALLY AWKWARD. 

:I'm willing to talk to her, I just want people I might need to talk to warned about the excess mindreading thing:

:Right: Marian looks thoughtful. :I...guess I don't really care if you get some of my thoughts, they're mostly about him and that's kind of your business. It might be a bigger deal with Alice because she has a different patient so there's confidentiality: 

Aaaaand now she's really self-conscious about that and trying not to think about Leg Lifts Lady but this is like trying to not think of a pink elephant and she is definitely picturing sixty-year-old elderly alcoholic lady vagina, despite her best efforts NOT TO. 

:I'm a Healer. Mostly I'm a microbiologist but I've seen patients before. If that helps:

Marian grins. :Oh wow! That's so cool!: 

On the one hand it's making her more self-conscious because what if Belrun JUDGES her skill as a nurse or what if she's missed something really obvious and dumb that's wrong with Leareth or what if aaaaaaaa – but on the other hand she loves talking to patients or family members who're also medical people, especially if they want to nerd out a bit about it, and Belrun seems pretty friendly and non-judgy so far. 

:What sort of things do Healers do? Is it, uh, is it magic as well?: 

:Uh, basically, though some people draw a technical distinction between mage-gift and other Gifts. Right now I'm fixing his ribs, I didn't understand what stuff you'd done but you seemed not to have done anything rib-related so I figured it would be safe. I'm also a Fetcher which means I can move things around so when I do wind up seeing patients I'm especially good at getting out obstructions or getting water into them:

:Neat! You can just do that, that's so cool ...Uh, just a second, I want to take some notes:

Her brain is doing the frazzled-buzzing thing it does when she's short on sleep and high on caffeine and it's been too long since she had ten minutes of quiet time to collect herself, which she knows from experiences tends to result in dropping things from her working memory stack as soon as she's interrupted – and given how today is going she WILL be interrupted it's just a matter of time. 

She flips her scribbled-all-over report sheet over and writes down bullet points on the basics of what Belrun explained. 

:...Okay. Thanks. I - should I try to explain all the things we did and are doing, so you're not working as blind?: If she were in Belrun's position she would be INCREDIBLY STRESSED about trying to treat a patient who had already gotten a bunch of mysterious alien treatments she knew nothing about. 

:Yes, please. Also I could really use something to eat, I had a long walk to get here:

:Oh god I'm so sorry, I should've asked if you needed anything! Uh, I can get you a snack from the patient fridge, and there might still be leftover pizza from when Dr Cann ordered it the other day, um, if you don't mind three day old pizza - and I could show you where the cafeteria is but I guess you maybe don't have money if you're not from here?: 

:I don't know what pizza is, do not have local currency, and don't want to leave Leareth until he's oriented enough to be able to remember for the duration of my absence why I'm gone:

:That's really understandable! I'm a lot more comfortable taking my eyes off him now that you're here, though - and I don't think anyone's gotten real breaks today - if you're all right with me leaving you here with him for ten minutes, maybe I can make a run and get food and coffee for everyone?: 

She has some lunch left over but right now she doesn't want carrot sticks and healthy stew at all, she wants a giant Starbucks muffin with sugar on top, and also this will get her back in people's good books despite her patient being disaster-prone, and ALSO it will get her ten minutes where she can just be a person in line and no one will try to TALK to her.