Palamedes watches Harrow for a long moment, the only sound the very faint tap tap tap of his glasses. Then he says quietly, almost gently, “You must be in a terrible amount of pain.”

He puts his glasses back on. “Even given your ability to heal yourself, these...modifications,” Pal has to suppress a shudder, “will kill you eventually. At the very least, they are likely to cause further deterioration. I think I can repair the worst of it, but I need a better look.”