"Acceptable," Laedo had been watching the human pace, and now that he had most of the trappings of the prosthetic finished, he was free to note the mounting anxiety he had spotted. Looking to Sieglinde, thinking of her brusque, careful diagnoses of the Nalawi that he'd been fortunate enough to see training with her--or more importantly, seeking her for aid--Laedo waited for a moment or two until she'd finished up the brushing lines of the newly constructed eye.

"Would you join him, please," he suggested. "The notes will have to come later. I may need your help as I will be focusing my efforts on the connective process. He will need distracting." He had briefly considered putting Evan under for this, or some kind of numbing spell... but it was too important by far to ensure that he was connecting the eye to the socket. He needed the feedback, and not in a 'better or worse' sort of way.

Cupping his hands around the prosthetic, Laedo approached the bed and, looking down on Evan, gestured with his chin. "Pull up some pillows, elevate your head. Sieglinde, bring that chair for me, please."