Marcaille weaved her way between everyone in the tent, careful not to accidentally bump into anyone who looked injured, and pulled up a chair on the other side of the table next to Meesei. She placed her hand on Meesei's side, which began to glow faintly. For the moment, she was merely examining Meesei's body to determine the best way to continue treatment. She raised her eyebrow at Fendros' question, though she did not quite understand what he was intending to ask about.

"Who, Jo'fasa? Oh, you don't need to worry about him. He is no apprentice, not anymore at least. He may not be the most experienced healer among us, but he is perfectly capable. He is nearing his thirtieth year, and has been studying Restoration for about fifteen of those. He still has quite a way to go to catch up to me, though. I have been healing for, oh...fifty-five, fifty-six years by this point. I do not like to brag, but in this case, I hope it comforts you to know that your Alpha is in the best hands we have." Marcaille answered, generating even more questions about her age in the process. Ahnasha was particularly intrigued. If she had been studying restoration for fifty-five years, then she would at least be in her sixties or seventies, and she [i]certainly[/i] did not look to be that old.