"Of course. We appreciate the help. It's been...hectic, lately."

"We are glad to help."

"We really need to get in contact with our world before they come looking for us. I don't think the situation would be as destructive as it was with you, but there could be causalities."

"Is there anything I can do for that? Not force you to waste your power, I suppose?"

"I have been making do with what I have, but there are ingredients that would make casting easier. Mostly herbs."

"Are they the sort of thing that grow in the wild?"

"Some are. There are various schools of sorcery and various types of ingredients, I suggested herbs because they sounded easier to find or renew than inks infused with precious metals."

"Anything that a civilized society might keep in dried or powdered form will have to be picked fresh, instead. We don't have much in the way of civilization. Give me a list, and l'll try my best."

"Yeah, reasonable. I in fact have a list, I was taking notes while constructing the ward."

He takes it, then.

"I think the main area of focus should be the hallway leading to this room, then. Build outward, eventually ward the whole building."

Temple nods, then remembering the blindness. "We could get other people to contribute with their lifeforce... animals and plants also work but are harder to use."

"The other patients will be willing to contribute, if it will help cure them."

"In that case can we tell them about magic?"

"I would prefer to be discreet, but yes, you can tell those who will actually contribute."

Nod nod. "We will keep on working and then enlist their help as necessary."

"Excuse me, but our friend did receive the treatment. What should expect as a consequence of that? How reversible it is?"

"Not very reversible. Now that we have alternatives, we can devote research into that; if your magic can come up with a solution, that might be faster."

The air gets chillier.

"I can tell you with absolute certainty that Ezra is going to dedicate himself to fix. Also, Ezra, calm down."

He certainly doesn't comment on Ezra's embarrassing lack of self-control.

"It's admirable how dedicated you are to your friend's well-being, but he is, at least, safe. His condition won't worsen unless you try to jog his memory without reversing the treatment."

Saddly, if the doctor doesn't share his thoughts, then Ezra can't comment how only someone completely insane would consider this safe.

"It's a phobia," Sovia whispers softly.

"Well, don't worry we will manage to be productive."

"Should I leave things in your hands, or supervise?"

"Leave to our things, we wouldn't mind supervision, but I don't think there is that much to supervise."