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Yvaine was all ears as Sekhandur shared some information about his fascinating heritage, and had even hurriedly rummaged through her pack for her journal. Eagerly, she jotted down notes as thoroughly as though she were listening to one of Professor Nyx's lectures, writing questions in the margins and circling the things she was particularly interested in. Like the Judges of Duat! She practiced the proper pronunciation of [i]Shan'iatu[/i] under her breath and spent the next couple of moments imagining an ancient desert ruled over by kings that transcended life and death.

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As they trekked through outskirts of Genelogia, Yvaine was wide eyed and awestruck at every little thing. The green of the forests seemed richer up close than it had been through the smudged lens of her telescope. The babbling and burbling of the river were like music to her, and she trailed close to the bank to watch the little frogs and fish go about their day. She took joy in Sophiel's company, pointing out dozens and dozens of curiosities that caught her attention as they passed by. Eventually, her eagerness took its toll. Despite having built stamina from years of grueling chores, Yvaine had yet to be accustomed to long stretches of walk, and soon after their hallway point, she had started lagging behind along with Alberta.

To remedy this, she manifested her wings and flitted by Caelum, who had been acting as rearguard. The rest of the trip became easier now that she was off her feet, and twice she soared up high to better appreciate the landscape. She didn't think she would ever tire of such a view, especially an outlandish one like this, where autumnal trees grew happily beside springtime ones. From what she read in books, such a thing could have only happened inside magical greenhouses, yet here it was.

Yvaine thought nothing of it until Professor Nyx pointed it out. How curious! She was normally sensitive to mana, but this had completely escaped her notice. It must have been very unusual magic indeed.

It wasn't until they arrived at the village that Yvaine understood the levity of the situation. Her smile faltered at the solemn sight as an unsettling chill ran down her spine. It was obvious something was amiss; but beyond strong sentiments that the village was sick, Yvaine couldn't tell what was causing it. Ankaa was first to spring into action, and Yvaine heeded her call immediately, unceremoniously dropping her baggage to rush in and help. Her hands had already unfurled her scroll instinctively, needing no guidance to find the exact verse she wanted, and the melody half out of her lips when Sophiel's warning reached her.

Yvaine stopped in her track, hesitantly halting the magic. The others were correct. They didn't know what ailed this man—what if her magic only made his condition worse? She studied the growths on the man's skin with uncertainty, her brows furrowing in apprehension as she failed to come up with a diagnosis. When she helped out at the priory's sanatorium, Yvaine became exposed to a number of ailments she hadn't known existed, both of the magical and non-magical variety. Even with that knowledge, she drew a blank now.

[color=#fcd17d]"Professor,"[/color] Yvaine turned to him helplessly. It didn't sit well with her to ignore someone in need of aid. She was relieved when Kiara at least acknowledged tending to him, even if the others seemed hesitant. [color=#fcd17d]"Please, there must be something we can do for him!"[/color]