He looked back, watching the male doctor casually threading curved needles. Had it been in any other situation, he could have watched for hours—the level of dexterity the doctor had with his aura was amazing. He would take a needle, lift it in front of his face, yank a few inches of thread off a spool, snip it with a small pair of scissors, and then float the completed assembly onto the tray. Had he been doing that one at a time, it would have been impressive; to save time he was combining steps, so at any one time he had several needles and lengths of thread floating in front of him, along with the spool and scissors. “The force is strong in that one,” he muttered to himself, earning a cocked ear from Lyra.