[it's pretty intimate! she checks his arms first, then his pupils. while she does some diagnostic magicking afterward, following by a routine healing session, des ends up just resting on her shoulder. tired

there's a normal amount of spiders around, with one living in a potted plant in this office who's not afraid of being squished. as malise reaches the tail end of her assessment and treatment, her bewilderment takes a sharp turn from 'where did my poor sick friend get this other guy' into 'WAIT WHAT. HE SEEMS FINE, SO THEN THAT MEANS—']

Ah. See? I'm afraid we really were transported to another dimension.