Abasi
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get
Abasi visibly tensed as Evie's wrist touched him, unused to any kind of physical contact. He did not move away though, able to separate in his mind the touch of someone unwelcome and the clinical investigations of a doctor (which he hoped she actually was. It was hard to tell, with everything so different here).
Her little vials which she grabbed, potions and salves he was sure, actually comforted him a little. Perhaps it was more like home; and though Evie did not know this he was also quite comfortable with the idea of healing magics - after all he had been to plenty of healers in Eygpt that had invoked the Gods in their practices, had chanted over medicines to increase their effects.
"Yes. Tell me of the options. Do you have a name for the sickness?"
