Thorne asked, "How severe is it, Thaleia?"
She didn't reply, which wasn't necessarily a sign that I was in terrible condition; Thaleia had such a strong aversion to Thorne that she generally avoided speaking to him.
"Thorne..."
"Are you okay, Viktor?"
"Not really, but that's not the point. They seemed particularly angry about something. Any clues?"
"Yes, while they were here, I had Platov perform a mind-probe."
"Thorne, you know I don't want Platov to know—never mind. What did he discover?"
Before I could get an answer, Thaleia intervened, "Rest now, Viktor."
I was about to object, but then I saw a soft green light, and I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, Thaleia was there, along with a picture of a Pardus and a Vorgan. Realizing I could see again, I assessed my physical condition. While I still felt pain, it was more of a dull ache rather than sharp torment. Thaleia is an excellent healer.