"Asymmetry is a cruel, capricious bitch. Okay. Then my plan is - April, you go with Tim, for your cuddles. I and Traceless go with Flywheel into tent. Traceless goes to help his primary whenever he thinks is best, comes back for co-sleeping later, maybe tears me a new asshole if I've mistreated his charge any while he's away." She gives him a friendly sort of wink to let him know: yes she will be doing her best to do right by her, yes she is also trusting your judgement, do your best. "Does that work for everyone?"

The patient has no objections.

"June's not urgent and ideally I sit with her in one long block which might be like six hours, so assuming we don't think that Flywheel's backlash is net helpful right now...?"

"Nah, fuck backlash. You're cleared for oral guiding, but I still want to isolate her, considering."

The phrase "oral guiding" has, ironically, awful mouthfeel. He leans over and kisses Flywheel.

A kiss is, if you think about it in the right way, a request to be kissed back. Especially when guiding is involved.

Flywheel complies.

Well, Tim needs prefers line of effect to Cara.  But he can make do with a foot or something visible from the bottom of the bottom of the tent.  He sigh.  "Well.  Fuck."  A part of him is observing the muscles twist and the bones knit under his power.  Mostly done.  Good job, Tim, you just pissed off the best healer in the world because you were too busy fixing things fast to fix them right.  Swell.  Swollen, even.

Ah.  Uisa...doesn't know about part of his power.  Probably she doesn't know about the details of his power, which is part of why they...disagreed a minute ago.  He pitches his voice over to Uisa, "Ma'am, I'd rather be able to, uh, see the people under my power.  Doesn't have to be much, maybe a foot or something?"

"Oh. Legit." Commscreen booping; in a blue flash, she has a scalpel. "Sean, when you have a minute please cut a small hole near the bottom of the tent, facing Aumento? A foot flap, maybe. I got a knife for ya."

You know what, not the weirdest thing that has happened on this medical barge adventure. "Can do."

"Thanks! We should be good to move her over in a bit, I want to make sure this little bundle of nerves shakes out okay..." She frowns disappointedly at the leg in question. Behave, you! Straighten yourself out properly!!!

Sara, though very focused on keeping her breathing even, is at least present enough to squeeze Tim reassuringly at several moments in this dressing down and associated drama.

"Kiyaam, Tim," she murmurs. "No permanent damage." 

He murmurs back, in an ordinary whisper.  "Yeah.  Just - well, she didn't seem like she was in pain at all?  Maybe she - no, nevermind, her backlash isn't any of my business."  Was that a quaver in his voice?  No.  Couldn't have been.  Definitely not.

IT REALLY OUGHTA BE SOMEBODY'S they can have that conversation later.

She squeezes him harder, "Get a medic on team? Double-check decisions, bone specialist..." 

She has to stop talking, then, and go back to steady breathing. 

(Oh. Good. He isn't digging his heels in, after all. Just didn't want to lose face in front of patients. And his partner clearly has a good head on her shoulders. Yes get a fucking medic on his team.)

When the offensive bits of Flywheel's internals sort themselves out under Ji-woo's watchful supervision, they relocate to inside the tent. Via teleport. Because it is legitimately very cheap to move short distances via teleport, and she's not going to put this girl onto a stretcher as she is now, she's been through enough for now.

Her lungs still need fixing from Arrakis's shit, but that process (with Ji-woo instead of Airmed) is a bit involved, so she's holding off on that until her patient can meaningfully consent. She has backlash to burn right now, to guide this poor girl to something resembling rightness, she can just keep watch over the lungs like she's keeping watch over the legs and telling Flywheel's body to not accept anything from any strange sand-like particles.

"I'll get at her lungs when she's a bit less backlashed, if you're wondering. Me getting the gunk out is less pleasant than Airmed doing it, so I want her to be able to give feedback on what she wants," Ji-woo says softly to Traceless.

"Airmed's gone?" Kissing resumes.

Headshake. "Still on this side of the water, but busy with the others from Arrakis. Flywheel was wearing a helmet, yeah? On top of the shielding she got? And wasn't in the black sand for as long. So she's low priority on the damage scale."

Thumbs up.

Flywheel's eyes widen a bit at the teleport, but the thing she's Supposed To Be Doing right now is kissing Traceless (Is it fun? Is she getting a Good Grade in backlashed kissing?) and moving them to the tent was the plan even if she did not expect it to be done via teleport, what hey idiot maybe don't second guess Literally Baek Ji-woo!

"We will probably be able to get Airmed to fix this, just. The regen and the sand together combining might be a bit more... ehhhn. But she'll be okay, I'm nannying over her lungs to prevent its shit."

Return of the thumbs-up. His job today is smooching. He has more interesting dungeons lined up for tomorrow and will not have to come to a long-term attitude of acceptance about this role in the esper ecosystem but he can do it for a day.

Yeah.

She falls silent, focusing on overseeing healing of legs, and not-worsening of lungs, and thinking about how many ways Willowbark absolutely screwed this poor girl over.

...tears start falling from Flywheel's eyes. (She doesn't stop kissing Traceless.)

He is an eyes-closed sort of kisser so he does not notice promptly.