[Murphy gives her a flat look for that, but he doesn't bother voicing the yeah, right, that he's thinking. He'd had to brace her the whole way back to the tent. He knows (knows) that the symbiote can take care of a whole variety of ills, but she obviously wasn't feeling the benefit of that to a notable extent in this instance.
But he's fairly certain saying as much would just be asking for her pride to coming spitting back at him. He sticks with what he's doing, watching her eyes as he swings the torch, the flicks of motion smooth, like they're well-practiced. The echoing sensation rises again, a dozen other sets of hands, a dozen other patients overlapping with Lexa in the tent. He blinks and they dissipate, setting down the torch to switch to holding his finger up, asking her to follow it.]
You feel dizzy, right? Nauseous, like you might hurl?
[That much he'd been able to pick up as soon as he'd come over to her, but something tells him it's better to get her confirmation than rely on the symbiote for clear physical information.]
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But he's fairly certain saying as much would just be asking for her pride to coming spitting back at him. He sticks with what he's doing, watching her eyes as he swings the torch, the flicks of motion smooth, like they're well-practiced. The echoing sensation rises again, a dozen other sets of hands, a dozen other patients overlapping with Lexa in the tent. He blinks and they dissipate, setting down the torch to switch to holding his finger up, asking her to follow it.]
You feel dizzy, right? Nauseous, like you might hurl?
[That much he'd been able to pick up as soon as he'd come over to her, but something tells him it's better to get her confirmation than rely on the symbiote for clear physical information.]