“Mademoiselle Tavane,” Petrana greets her, pleasantly, a slim folder beneath her arm as she approaches and a not immediately identifiable contraption in her other hand. “I hear tell that you are bored in your confinement.”

It seems likely that Strange will confiscate anything that seems overtaxing, but it hardly seems that she should be prevented from any occupation whatsoever. If one is well enough to find healing tedious, one is well enough to be provided with some consolation, surely.