It took a great deal of self control for her not to roll her eyes at him for correcting her pronunciation of what apparently looked like a giant head. Not the time. Not when there was still talk of death and darkness and things that she really had no idea how to even begin to grasp the concept of other than to just take his word for it. That was what she'd been doing, and it was why she was trying to learn so much about whatever this all was because despite parting ways, she still cared. She was always going to care; whether that was detrimental to her emotional well being or simply what was meant to be remained to be seen.
What she'd quickly learned even through her own exploration that what Stephen was apparently involved in was not the typical go see a spiritual healer to have one's chakras and auras cleansed to find clarity in life or learning how to meditate for inner peace. The things she'd seen and not seen in the hospital that day had told her that it was far more, far deeper and probably darker than that.
As unnerving as the kind of sentient cloak was, she also found she felt a weird sort of endearment toward it. Sort of like its owner.
A slight turn of her head toward him when he sat was all she gave at first as she listened and tried to put together what he was saying. Her headache had shifted slightly behind her left eye as her gaze fell into her teacup that was now cupped between her palms. "So what you're saying is, there are two of me now? One of me is probably looking over case loads and prepping for rounds, and the other is sitting here talking to you. But we're both existing, both just as real? Am I following?" She took a sip of the tea.
"You put extra sweetener in this." Another sip. "On purpose?"