Even though he was focusing on the young man's explanation, Hannibal didn't miss Ophelia peculiar way of hiding her hands. She was so very quiet. Hannibal hid his surprise when Laertes explained she was working on improving his medicine. An aptitude probably stemming from her adoration of her brother and desperate fear for his life. He... could relate to that.
Hannibal took the vial, and with the other hand the piece of parchment Ophelia handed to him. „Thank you.“ His glance rested on the girl's mismatched eyes for a second, when she briefly withdrew her hands. His upbringing didn't take place in the magical world, which is why his first guess was that the girl was afflicted with Haphephobia rather than Seer, her behaviour strengthening his assumption.
The healer carefully placed the vial on his desk and took a look at the list , forehead crinkling in thought as he tried to piece together how the ingredients worked with eachother and what kind of magical result they would produce. It took him a moment; the methods would have helped him, but he could figure out the mechanics of the treatment; Amongst other things, it was designed to keep track of Laertes blood movement, accompanying it, and converting itself into a coagulation enabler as soon as the blood comes in contact with gaseous oxygen.
He eyed Ophelia closely, wanting to help her, understanding her love and fear for her brother's life. „How do you consider handling your brother's internal bleeding?“ He knew how he would do it. It was easy but unethical, which is why the girl probably didn't think of it. It needed an ingredient difficult to come by. Bone marrow of a healthy human; the blueprint of blood, which would help the potion understand how and when the clotting was necessary.
Hannibal handed Ophelia the list back. Their fingers briefly touched and he felt a slight tingling, but didn't think much of it.