"See ya. Good luck." 

Marian is going to NEED IT.

…She’s also going to actually pee, while she’s still hiding in the bathroom anyway. And then she’ll forge forth bravely to look for Dr Chadha.

He’s not in Pod Three! She actually has to walk around basically the entire unit before she finds him hiding at a desk in Pod One, logged into the computer, prepping what are presumably notes for rounds on a clipboard.

He glances up when she clears her throat. “Oh! How’s your lady in 104, anything we should make sure to cover? I was going to go in and assess her but the curtains were closed so I figured she was asleep…”

So. About that. (Also, no she wasn't asleep, she was PRAYING with a DAGGER for MAGIC SPELLS, which Marian is overall pretty relieved she didn't end up having to try to explain.) 

Marian takes a deep breath. "I - this is going to sound crazy but can you please bear with me for a couple of minutes - uh, so you know how Fraser asked you a question about D&D before?" 

"Y...es?" This is the face of someone who is confused about where the sounding crazy part is going to come in. 

This is the wooooorst. Marian would be so tempted to bail and wait for Fraser to get here, he probably wouldn't mind this, but - aaaaaaah - but she's not going to be a coward about it. What if there's a code in the next twenty minutes and she could have convinced people to let Samora help but chickened out. 

"I realize this makes no sense but I think 104 is, like, literally a D&D cleric. She - did a magic thing so I know her language. And she has a spell that stabilizes dying people that she can cast unlimited times is that really a thing—”

She makes herself pause for breath.

“Uh. I - okay, haha, very funny.”

Arghhhh why this!!! Marian is clearly not qualified to have this conversation!!!

“Okay. Um. What if hypothetically someone really was a D&D cleric though. How would you test that if you didn’t want to make them waste healing magic that’s not unlimited.”

Dr Chadra is staring at her with the blank expression of someone who has been awake all night and is too tired for this. 

“…Uh, I guess I would ask if they had magic items. Hypothetically.”

“Huh. Okay. …I’m going to go ask if she has magic items,” whatever that might include, “and come back.”

“…If you and Fraser made fake D&D magic items for a prank I’ll be genuinely impressed.”

Pause.

“Clerics cast from Wisdom and hypothetically might have a periapt of wisdom. I’ve literally always wished those were real.”

Marian understood about half of that but sure. 

She goes back to Samora’s room. …Does she, in fact, still somehow speak “Celestial”? It’s been long enough that she’s suddenly wondering if she somehow hallucinated that.

The vocabulary and grammar are still right there in her brain when she looks for them! Samora is also right where Marian left her, now freshly sink-bathed with a damp cloak and belt instead of bloodstained ones.

"Hello! I thought of a way I can demonstrate magic without wasting a spell slot!  This is a bag of holding." She sticks her entire arm into her six-inch-deep belt pouch. It doesn't visibly bulge. "Also my belt makes me stronger and my headband makes me wiser and I don't mind letting other people try them on as long as I get them back."

...Wow, okay. Marian remembers thinking that there were a surprising number of objects in the bag, but it would absolutely not have occurred to her to try shoving her hand into it. (Could you fake that with, like, stage magic?) 

She has a thing that makes her wiser! (Marian has no idea what 'periapt' means, maybe it's the same thing as a headband?) Also a belt that makes you stronger sounds pretty cool, though honestly significantly less exciting than an unlimited spell that stabilizes dying people. 

"We were also just talking about that! - the game that our world has with the alignments also has magic items. I think that's good. I'm going to go ask - I think you might've met Dr Chadra last night? I'll go get him and tell him to come look." 

Dr Chadra is still at the desk, and looks up expectantly. "That was fast."

"104 had the same idea! Can you bear with me for like two more minutes and come look? - trust me, if it's a prank it's a really really impressive one and I'm not the one who did it." 

Sigh. "Right. Okay. I'm coming." 

Probably just because it's the fastest way to get rid of her but whatever, Marian will take it. She heads back over to Pod Two with him. "Right, so she has a bag that's bigger on the inside and a belt that makes you stronger that she's willing to lend - and a headband for wisdom! That she's also willing to lend!" 

"A headband? Huh." But he follows her agreeably enough back to room 104. 

Where Samora continues to speak no English but can stick her arm in the bag again and then offer it to him to try for himself. If they've invented a nonmagical version of this too, that will be somewhat embarrassing but very impressive.

Oh that’s such an obvious stage magic trick oh but she's actually going to let him play with it? He thought that was one of the things stage magicians don't usually do, and the trick is that the pocket is actually in their shirt or whatever. 

He'll do that, then. 

- okay, this is a genuinely impressive prank and he can't be annoyed about Marian pulling him over for it. 

...actually he genuinely can't tell how you could fake this. 

"Wow. Um. Can I borrow the, uh, headband of Wisdom?" Strength is less cool and also the belt is, like, wet. "Ask her if it'll mess it up if I sani-wipe it?" Not that that works incredibly well on porous objects but it makes it feel slightly less stupidly irresponsible and against policy to try on the personal clothing items of a patient in isolation for an infectious disease.

Marian can relay that, yeah. 

"It's very hard to damage, it'll be fine. I need it back by this afternoon or I won't be able to prepare as many spells tomorrow." She takes off the headband and holds it out to Dr. Chadra. Taking it off is a bit disorienting, but she's lent it to Marshall before while he was patching her and Tris up with the medkit, so she's used to it.