"He's is really terrible shape," Helga says, "can we get him out of here soon?"
"Is he going to deteriorate more if we take half a candlemark to figure out what's going on?"
"...I guess not. I can't see him being a spy, though, he's in no condition to stand up let alone sneak around stealing information or sabotaging things, he's not even conscious."
"Can you make him stop goddamned screaming?" the Thoughtsenser mutters. "I can't hear myself think."
"I'm not an Empath," Helga snaps back. "Let me see..." She pushes with her Healing-Gift, trying to nudge the injured boy into a deeper sleep.