The scanning of Vader's internal organs with her Third Eye only lasts about thirty seconds. Slowly, the fire surrounding her hands faded and died, leaving on her palms pressed against the suit. Blythe withdrew after a moment and opened her eyes.
"Very complex. The memories you provided showed it, but the scan proved it." She paused. "Your lungs, I should be able to heal. Now that I know precisely what they are, I've color-coded them in my Eye. The healing would only be moderately painful, but I have antidotes to ease the pain. As for the vertebrae, that is a fair bit more intricate, complicated. Should I heal it, you would need to be asleep. It would be too painful otherwise."
She folded her arms, allowing herself to observe Vader's aura from this distance. She could get away with staring, because her white eyes betrayed nothing. "I need you to be perfectly honest with me. Do you agree to those terms? The antidotes, the sleep? I refuse to heal you when you are fully conscious and alert. I do not wish to hurt you."