Evan grins unsteadily at Sieglinde's assessment. He'd been fully prepared to volley back a dose of sass, but nothing comes to his tongue in the face of Laedo's impending procedure. So he bites the inside of his lower lip, nods, and slides his gaze back to the healer preparing to scan him again.

"Um," he says to the question. "Um, I guess." In all honesty he isn't sure the answer to that question should be yes, he's not sure he wants to know in detail what's going to be happening to his face as it's happening, but he's not likely to get another chance to learn about this procedure, right? Getting squeamish now would be a sign of weakness, right?

Clinging hard to the idea that he can do this, despite the cold pit opening his stomach, Evan begins to take those deep breaths. They only relax him marginally.