A/N: Not *overly* gruesome, but still some surgery elements!
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Surgical tools, black and disturbing to any cultivator, sat under essence-lamp light… Negavigor instruments that Yatrel had brought along with her for the visit to her daughter, as requested. Elua had arranged them on a nearby small spiritual automaton, one that floated and could serve as an easily maneuverable table for what she was up to. Her fingers anxiously thumbed the scalpel, knowing things would be fine but dreading the reality of having to do this… even with the five and a half months since learning of the injury and month or so of being left alone with Madrigil.
"The illusion I will put you under can keep you from feeling or seeing the incisions I make. You'll just feel warmth and mild pressure that coincides with what I'm doing, so you know not to start moving on me. If you decide you feel uncomfortable with this arrangement, tell me immediately."
"No need. I trust you, dear."
