Sabine threw glances at the woman while she treated Meesei. She did not show any immediate reaction to her age, intriguing as it was, but was more likely trying to concentrate on Ahnasha's shoulder while keeping track of what Marcaille was doing.

"That would make you...how old, then?" Fendros said, failing to come up with a way to ask more politely in that moment. "You probably get asked this a lot, but how did you manage to look nearer to our age than most Bretons with that much experience?"

Janius lifted himself to his feet. "I'll find the others if they want to visit," he said quietly. He was curious about Marcaille as well, but he knew that it was likely going to involve an area of magic that he would be completely lost in. He thought that he may as well make use of himself during this part of the conversation.

While Fendros spoke, there was a mild worry that niggled at the back of his skull. He couldn't put his finger on why.