"Maybe it was some kind of interaction with other magic? Not that it's of great concern. As far as I know, we don't have any magic here. Maybe your planet is nearby, though; what kind of range does she normally have?"

"She doesn't have a range, as far as we know."

"Ah. And your powers? They seem more general than hers, what are your limits?"

"Well... I have to spend hours or days around someone who can do a thing to learn it, and I can usually do it more poorly than them after that, and I forget them after long enough unless I use them on a regular basis."

"Can you copy skills, or just magic? It might be useful to hang around the medicals and share their knowledge."

"Just magic, sadly. Though I can copy skills the slow way, by watching."

"No, if you're not faster with skills, we shouldn't give that responsibility to you. One of us can probably learn from them while you focus on magical solutions. Did they say you were free to roam, or are they expecting you back? Not that they could stop you, but they might still expect it." 

"They'd better not expect me to answer to their beck and call. I'm leaving for now - I will almost certainly be back tomorrow, and I want to teach people how to do forestry properly."

"Best of luck. Be careful, and ask them as many questions about our trustworthiness as you can."

"I'm being skeptical but optimistic about all sides here."

"Like I said. Good luck."

He waves, and returns to his tent.

Their leader stops by to say goodbye, and thanks her for her help.

"Glad to be of help. It's not like I had anything better to do. But I really should go back to the doctors soon, and have a... Chat."

She's free to go, now that everyone has wished her well.

The hospital remains the same; only minor damage from the recent bandit incursion.

So she goes back in and greets whoever sees her first, not wanting to start another shooting fight. "I believe you guys a lot more, now."

The guards remain posted by the entrance, though they are fewer in number now. 

One of them from earlier greets her, offering her armored hand.

"Do you want to talk to the doctors, then?"

"Yeah, probably should. Lots to talk about."

So she's led to the elevator, which takes them deeper into the complex.

Down the hallway, full of patient rooms with their doors closed, to a small office. 

A man stands from his desk, and walks around it to greet her.

"You're our recent visitor? Call me Heartwood."

"Yes, I am. While I find your whole operation morally questionable on multiple levels, you're still doing a better job than some aristocrats I used to know and loathe."

"Better than nothing, I suppose. I do believe we're doing the best we can given our circumstances, but I suppose that doesn't help."

"It does, actually. But still, I hope things can change for the better. For example, once we see if I can cure the disease, if I can it would be good to see any new patients knocked out and kept under until I can arrive. Rather than 'treated' with memory altering drugs."

"If you find a cure, we'll have no need for the current state-of-the-art. I'm optimistic that you can help us escape the current status quo. Should we discuss the fungus in more detail, or is understanding the disease not the relevant barrier?"

"Understanding the disease might help, but the healing is mostly - tempatey? It has an idea of what 'this person is supposed to be' and tries to push them there."

"I see. So our treatment could make the situation harder to solve."

"Yes. I can aim it a little bit, but I don't know how it'll go until I try it."