“Adam,” answered the young man evenly, ”and yes I am suffering from minor spell back lash, the physical ailments are merely inconvenience, the main issue is a rather severe migraine, interfering with my castings otherwise I would have just healed the damage after waiting for my limits to recover.” 

It looked to the Healer that he was trying to explain his condition to them, but it was a needless thing. The Healer already new that he was having more trouble than he was saying. She nodded and mentally cataloged the things she would need for his recovery.

 Upon seeing Adam's reaction to what did seem as insulting on Miateae's part, spoke up. "You'll have to forgive Miss Miataea. Her thought processing and physical ability are less than stellar as of now," said the nurse giving Miataea a withering look, while answering Adam's question at the same time. "Perhaps that will teach her not to ingest Mana Stones like sweets the next time around." 

At this, the girl in question muttered incoherent indignities, but looked guilty all the same.
 
"Well, I will leave you two alone now. Try not go and injure yourselves while I'm gone, okay?" said the Healer teasingly. She turned and headed straight towards the storeroom for their elixirs. An awkward silence fell over the room once she'd left. Miataea coughed self-consciously.

"So, um, how's the weather?"