"Visible, yeah, probably. Noticeable..." A shrug. Mild. Casual. For as much as Stephen thinks the use of lyrium is just a thing Mobius has accepted without thought, the nigh-inevitable conclusion scares the shit out of him. Acceptable losses. Maybe. But he doesn't want to give in to that fear. "I keep notes. Try to keep an eye out. I'm hoping that could be caught early enough to do something about it."

Well. Doing something mostly involves stopping lyrium intake and see if the damage can be stopped before it gets worse. He's aware enough.

"But definitely do what you can for me in the event I end up on one of your tables for more than just a stitching up. I happen to like being alive. I've got more to do besides. And if I go, who's gonna be your voice of reason?" His eyebrows bob up. "Gwenaëlle?" Whooooo wants a slight shift in topic? Hmmm? Gossip, anyone?