"Alright, good luck."

Then they're alone, of course. 

And they continue researching, presumably they eventually will receive food and optimally something to sleep on.

Food is brought to them eventually, by a rather terrified-looking nurse. 

She also has blankets, but not pillows. 

Does the nurse share the reasons for her terrified looks?

She doesn't talk to them unless they approach her.

...Sovie, won't impose on her. They are in a lounge area and can improvise pillows out of cushions.

And Ezra is going to fall asleep very soon because he has done a lot of wakefulness-based magic today.

Temple will work on the spell until he gets too tired to be productive. For fun, he crafts as spell for cleaning fabric and another to make cushions softer.

And the next morning, there's a knock at their door.

To which they answer promptly.

"Did you all sleep well?"

"Unannounced guests can't complain of the accommodations. Granted, the main issue is the death plague going on."

"A sensible priority. The most obvious avenue for improvement is seeing if you can stop the spread of the fungus permanently. If it can't spread, we can continue administering the treatment as needed, but then tell people about their lives."  

Nod. "I made a lot of progress in creating something that destroys the fungus, but soon enough I am going to need either a sample or someone infected to be sure."

"You have one. What should I do?"

"I am going to set a few things up to diagnose the fungus so I can tell my magic what it is and see how to go about exterminating and ward against it."

Temple sets things up and asks her to lay down.

She's very pliable. Quite cooperative, really. She trusts the program.

That is great. Now, what sort of thing are we dealing with here? Is it an actual fungus? Does it happen to have any magical properties?

No magic here. Just a fungus that spreads in the brain in reaction to thoughts about it. The treatment has trapped the fungus in her right frontal lobe; with enough time, it will wither and die there.

Fascinating, in the most horrible way possible.

Temple takes copious notes and then says. "Okay, this should be treatable with my magic. I am going to devise a spell to counter it. Do you have anyone that can be used as a test subject for something more dangerous than being magically stared at?"

"We have a patient who- she'll volunteer,  even after you explain the risks. Should I bring her here?"

"Maybe not here. This isn't complicated from a magical standpoint, but I want to be thorough regardless and if possible put her behind a separate ward in case something goes wrong."

"Do wards need walls and doors to demarcate their boundaries?"

"No, but it's an extra layer, accidents happen, someone could trip or something and fall through."

"Alright. I think this should wait until your exterior ward can expand to cover this floor, and then we'll move her into one of these rooms, to which you can apply the interior ward. How long would that process take?"