Galen was alone at his desk by the time Orm arrived. His patient had drifted away to one corner of the room where she now sat, watching a steady stream of bubbles swirl inside a decorative sculpture. A slight sigh escaped the healer's lips as he finished updating her chart with the last useful bits of information. He truly had not expected her to be up to the task of staying still beside his desk while they waited, but part of him had hoped she might surprise him. Maybe he should move the sculpture to his desk but - no, they had run out of time. He stood when the door opened and bowed as Orm entered, glancing at the selkie as he did so. For her part she didn't even seem to notice that someone had joined them, too engrossed in watching the bubbles dance to pay attention to anything else.

"With all respect, I don't think that would be a wise idea, my King. I fear that it would only lead to a repeat of the cape incident at this point," he said in response to Orm's question. "As I understand it there are no real substitutions for a selkie's pelt. It is not a limb that can be replaced with a well crafted prosthetic or an organ that can be transplanted. If we try to replace her sealskin with something artificial it may do more harm than good."