Lion Head Mesa Malachite

What is that like- to see inside someone? It’s an ill thought, but a morbid curiosity. She imagines the anatomical knowledge and expertise required to perform such a thing as surgery.

“Have you seen a lot of it?” A quiet voice will ask, “death?”

She wonders what that responsibility would do to someone, whose work tows the line between life and death. Would it break them? Would they grow harder? She’d come to know first-hand the frailty of the living. There had been no doctors in the slums to work their magic.

To the sesh’s question she reveals, “I didn’t," but it gives her hope that something could be of use to the Doctor. Her ears lift. “I chose things that looked unique. Pretty."