[h3] Zoe Spyrou[/h3]

Zoe stared at Mitunbaal's hands.  Her brows knitted together, "Well fancy that," she said, breaking the silence that had fallen after the overt display of magic, "Father said that the healing gifts used to run in our family, but, honestly, I always thought it was a load of nonsense.  I always thought the gift was a story concocted in a more primitive age."

She paused for a long moment, glancing between Aden and Mitunbaal, "I've never been more delighted to discover I'm wrong!" she declared, "Miss Vasiliou, I would love to ask you a few questions, if, of course, you have the time and inclination to answer them."