[ She'll give him his time to recuperate; she would never push someone who's just been through what he's dealt with through tests and biopsies unless it were absolutely urgent, but his personality is still clear at the surface and the transformation is over. The bundle of his things are tucked deep into the shadows and she has a seat on the rolling stool as he occupies one of the corners, peering out over a good swath of the medbay. She has a particularly head-on view of the entrance and a blessed bit of quiet in the space around her; it's private, and she has one of the porthole windows to see the stars.
It's a little more difficult to make out his expression when his facial structure is so wildly different from human, but his eyes convey a lot and she can see the contemplation there as she begins flipping through pages, scanning the words tidily recorded. She keeps him in her peripheral (not made hard with how small her 'office' was, in truth, and he's nearly within her reach even tucked in the corner, large as he is) as she reads, feeling his eyes on her all the while. It results in the tiniest quirk of her lips, finally turning to look when he opens his muzzle. ]
You don't have anything to thank me for. I couldn't help you, after all— I'm sorry.
[ She turns another fraction, leveling her full attention on him with her hands coming to rest in her lap. Wringing, almost, in a rare show of her regret, brows gathered up apologetically. ]
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It's a little more difficult to make out his expression when his facial structure is so wildly different from human, but his eyes convey a lot and she can see the contemplation there as she begins flipping through pages, scanning the words tidily recorded. She keeps him in her peripheral (not made hard with how small her 'office' was, in truth, and he's nearly within her reach even tucked in the corner, large as he is) as she reads, feeling his eyes on her all the while. It results in the tiniest quirk of her lips, finally turning to look when he opens his muzzle. ]
You don't have anything to thank me for. I couldn't help you, after all— I'm sorry.
[ She turns another fraction, leveling her full attention on him with her hands coming to rest in her lap. Wringing, almost, in a rare show of her regret, brows gathered up apologetically. ]