Deescalate. Mobius takes a breath, slumps a little. He's going to have to try and stay true to his word and be more open-minded about this. Replacing one long, long, long-held set of skills with a budding one seems ill-advised, but it isn't like he's keen to do anything drastic to give up a gift from Andraste. Even one that is also slowly going to try and kill him.

And it's Stephen. He means well. He's a healer first and foremost, and he's a friend. "Sorry for getting snappy." Because he feels that much is owed. "I come across any particularly interesting and relevant material in the library you might have overlooked, I'll send it your way."

His fingers tap mindlessly against the arm of his seat. "Question for you. Sort of a hypothetical." That also maybe might sort of become not-hypothetical someday, hypothetically. "Your doctors, they make certain promises, take certain oaths, right?" Look, weeks watching tv and browsing the internet, yes, he's come across the concept. "And sometimes there are ethical...dilemmas that arise. If someone were dying, for certain, but they didn't want you to do a procedure that would save them, what would you be obligated to do?"