“Yes, of course. I’m not sure if there’s a similar concept in Thedas, but doctor-patient confidentiality was key in my training. Anything you say in here remains private, in my specific capacity as Riftwatch’s Head Healer.”

Strange hadn’t even realised he’d picked up the pen as he sat down, restlessly spinning it in his warped fingers. This whole interaction is surreal and feels like slipping on old shoes: settling into a familiar shape, stepping back onto an ancient road. He can’t even remember the last time he did this GP thing. Normally people had come to him sifted through layers of diagnosis and referral, with at least some hint of what was ailing them, something with the brain or nerves.

After a moment, though, he lets that mask of professionality settle more tightly in place, cinching it in at the metaphorical edges. He puts down the pen.

“I can’t promise I can fix everything, but I’ll take a crack at it. Where would you like to begin?”