Thankfully, the girl seemed like she'd be more or less okay, especially with the help of the oni. Good. ... Not that Irial cared too much or anything. She didn't want anyone to get sick, but it wasn't as if she cared too much about anyone! She didn't! With this thought firmly in mind, the short elven girl noticed that someone was calling to her. And... calling her 'magus' rather then actually referring to her by name. Hmph. If there'd been any other magi around, she would have just blown him off. The girl was quite proud of her name and family, after all.

In this case, however, she faced him. He was a human male, as far as the girl could tell, one she recalled seeing prior. She hadn't paid him much attention before this moment, however. She'd had better things to do.

"I have a name, you know. It's Irial, Irial Romyre," Irial protested, arms folded as she tucked her staff to the side, blue eyes narrowed as she spoke. "What, exactly, do you need?"

It better have been something that required magic. Irial was, well... even she'd admit her uselessness at physical tasks.