Sidor glanced over to Dr. Powell and lazily considered that it had been a little while since he had talked to her. And he had promised he'd provide her with a certain book, which he had on his person. The indulgence he had allowed himself for her was something entirely worthwhile. He skimmed her expression, and considered that she was looking better. The edge had faded away. He no longer suspected she was only a sliver away from losing her mind and descending into Draugr.
He strolled over.
"Doctor Powell. Good evening. I have something for you," the Russian Haunt's tone was, as usual, business-like and restrained, his accent carefully under control. "I trust you are doing well?"