"Tian," Morgan says, immensely amused. They made a Mage into a -- mage. Of course, there's no small amount of irony to it, since it's a very Hermetic style of magic, and he'd never quite seen eye to eye with the Order of Hermes on... most things, let's be fair. He wouldn't describe them as the magickal Tradition he had the most in common with outside of his own, that's for sure.

Just like that, he begins withdrawing the needles, as sure-handed as you could ask for -- fingers keeping the skin from stretching, other hand pulling them free and tossing them onto a nearby tray. Technically speaking, they didn't need to be sterilized or anything for him to treat another person with them, but there's so much wrong with that it's better not to try.

"I hate rushing this," he says conversationally, rocking his head from side to side to stretch his muscles. "But we don't have an hour to burn."