Repairing Ahnasha's shoulder was not especially time-consuming, even with shoulders being a comparatively complex set of tissues to deal with. Sabine finished up her healing, manually moved Ahnasha's arm this way and that to make sure that there were no residual problems, and then strode back to her seat without a word. She seemed wholly interested in what Marcaille was doing, looking at her hands and never her face. A few moments passed before Sabine began to join in on inspecting Meesei's body with her magic.

"The 'old magic'?" Fendros repeated, tilting his head and softening his expression. "They have means of extending one's lifespan in a witches coven?" Fendros turned his head to Sabine and asked, "Did they have anything like that when you were a child, Sabine?"

Sabine shot her head towards Fendros as her concentration was broken. Her eyes wandered away quickly. "I do not know," she mumbled, "Not all covens are the same."

Janius almost remarked the similarities between Sabine and Marcaille's stories, but he refrained. He knew that it was a sensitive matter for Sabine, even if it was so long ago.