This is a city, if your standards for "city" don't require skyscrapers, electricity, or plumbing. She's landed on a side street; to her left, the crosswise thoroughfare has people hollering about their things for sale, people hurrying on foot and poking along on horseback to get here and there, storefronts and apartments in two and three story structures. The street she's standing on is quieter, houses and less customer-facing businesses, though it has its share of spillover traffic; she has not yet been noticed, by that fellow leading a goat or that woman with a basket of laundry or that family all holding hands so as not to lose each other. It's a cool day, a little misty.
Deskyl keeps at it. She mostly works from outside the house; she doesn't skimp on her time with the other mages, but she does start coming early and staying late, some of the time.
He's not fixed, though.
She dials it back so he's just getting the usual amount of her attention and adds another person to her rotation.
The more dwindled someone is, the sooner they start to show noticeable improvement; there's enough variance that it's still hard to tell whether more-dwindled mages take longer than less-dwindled ones, but it does seem like it.
Undwindled mages seem to dwindle a little more slowly the second time, too; Deskyl is smug about it.
Deskyl sticks to her list; if Tse Witwex wants more information about how her capabilities are progressing - and they are, slowly but noticeably - she can adjust it herself.
DZ asks, when there isn't an obvious guess to be made about the reason.
"We're having an easier time expanding whitemage services in response to reduced dwindling, but we're also getting more uptake of greenmage services than we accounted for." "This one's attendant is very sick." "She's scheduled for an out-of-town assignment and a minimum risk of falling sick while she's out of your range is ideal."
Deskyl focuses on getting faster at greenmages, and has DZ point out that there's no reason not to include the attendant in that week's healing.
"She doesn't mind - the undwindling is the same type of magic as the healing, and it's switching between types that weakens her, mostly."
They all leave in perfect health. Deskyl spends some time lying under a tree, watching how the light comes through the leaves, before moving on to her next appointment.