[Well, that's what the kids call a bummer, huh. Palamedes frowns, brow furrowed— it strikes him as patently unfair, and not for the first time, that they can flop out of the sea as squids and still grow back into people with life-threatening problems. Hell, he still needs glasses, even that little is illogical at best.

He hums- put a pin in "ain't my first experience," he'll circle back- but good god, is nothing easy?]

Did you? Find a medic, that is. [He pauses, glances away to make a hasty purse-lipped decision, and looks back. Okay,] I'm not a doctor, but if it's only a... preliminary status update you need, I might be able to help with that.

[If that's odd to offer a stranger, well, they're already talking about un-patched brains and loitering in an abandoned house, so. That line has been well and truly passed. He holds up his hands idly, as if to say no pressure, really—]

I don't know what your necromancer specialized in, but I'm pretty good at, eh— let's call it analysis.