Nodding along, Sidony focusses on her work. She can do two things at once, of course, but this is delicate surgery, the kind that she hasn't done a great deal of before - she wants to make sure that Marcoulf leaves her offices with his hand intact and the ability to use it corrected, not missing fingers or limbs because of a silly mistake she has made. That would not do her reputation any good.

"That, I suppose, you can do," her accent is not as good as it might be normally, but she's distracted. "As long as it does not requre too much use of your fingers. I'd like you to do as much as you can to rely on your other hand for as long as possible."