"Very well," Laedo replies, taking Evan's half-answer for what he thought it was worth. He casts Sieglinde a grateful grin, hearing the particularly dry sense of humour behind the literal qualities of her response, before he steadies his hand. "This should be over with sooner than later," he attempts to soothe, though in truth that might not be the case. Whenever he's had to mend his own wounds he's often been in such a dire state that he's in no place to complain about the feeling of knitting flesh and bone.

The scanning, at least, takes very little time; Laedo is only getting a feeling for how and where Evan's eyesocket has been damaged. Aside from some fatigue of the muscles and the obvious damage where the eye had been pulled, he's unable to find any onset of infection. "Sieglinde, you work here was quite thorough; I am impressed," he speaks with some distraction, while Evan might feel the ghosting pressure of Laedo's focus as it probes around inside his head. For a moment he goes quite quiet, then he casts a second, precise little spell for cleansing--a light flashes from within Evan's ruined socket.

"Nothing should interfere with the settling in of the new eye," he justifies; "I've just ensured that stray bacteria are removed from the equation. Evan, we'll begin the next part of the procedure shortly. If you find yourself uncomfortable, give me a rating from one to ten and we can pause as necessary." Not that Laedo is likely to pause or remain especially gentle, but he can see the way the redhead's practically bugging out from his remaining eye and that, he thinks, is not going to help anyone. "Just think of the benefits of being whole and healthy again," he adds, knowing what a blow such a dire injury can be.