Man-Made Object

"Mm. Ideally you could have someone with both the practical and magical knowledge," she says. "That way you have the best of both worlds, and there's always that fall back. For now, though, I'll take a scalpel over a hand on my forehead." Not that Ascended could even benefit from healing magic, and Isla nods confirmation that they will continue with lessons once they've completed this one (the lesson this time being what Nates are made of, naturally). "Ah, here..." Isla moves as she's gathering more of her tools on a rolling table, grabbing a folded blanket and carefully easing it beneath Nate's head that he might not have to strain to look at what's going on. It's easier for them both, this way. "Would you like to help?" she asks, as if that might make him feel a bit more at ease. "You can hold the tools and make a few explorations of your own." Even as she's speaking, she's at least respecting her fellow doctor's wishes. Nate wants this part over with, and so she operates swiftly to get through the metal coating over his bones, to crack the sternum and lever it apart that they might get to the goodies within. "Why would you think I'd tell you to fuck off?" she wonders, taking a peek inside and exhaling a breath beneath her mask. "Now that is something else." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die