Back to the bunker and to that room, where Purpose might send that guy, then. She's probably getting to know the door guards by now.

She should probably leave her Steelwing above. The black powder bombs are still there. So she does.

There's someone inside the room, waiting for her.

"Oh, hi." That's a weird military uniform, if it is one. There is a prominent patch showing a circle of broomsticks, and it looks rather 19th century overall.

"Are you the guy they said might want to talk to me?"

"Yeah. They said you were a visitor from far-away who might be able to cure our 'mysterious ailment'. Can you?"

"I haven't tried it on anyone with this... Ailment, yet, and while I dont think this will happen trying might kill you or otherwise worsen things. So I'm looking for a volunteer."

"You think it might get rid of whatever it is that's doing it, though? The thing that's in my head, the one that took my memories."

"I think it fairly likely, yes."

"Yeah. It's worth it. I volunteer."

"Just like that? Right, okay then. So. I have magic, one of the things I can do is a healing spell." She does a few tricks - a little telekinesis, flames and then icy spray on her fingertips, a display of manalights. "Little tricks for proof. All I need to do is touch your hand."

"Go ahead, I won't bite."

"Please keep a running commentary on what you're thinking and feeling. It could make a big difference given the nature of the ailment."

She touches his hand and- just a tiny fraction, to feel out the response.

Yep. It's definitely registering something I his head as 'bad'. She pokes around the feedback she's getting from minute pulses of healing power for a bit.

The pressure in his head builds.

"There's pressure in my head, like when I start to remember things."

"Okay, if I try to aim it away from that until I can get the underlying condition..."

Don't attack that damage, go for the rest of it. C'mon. If she ever wants to do something complicated with this magic it's right now. Push.

He inhales sharply.

"Good? I think that didn't make it worse, I still feel coherent."

"Good sign. Hold steady..." Steady, steady, now this is the slow burn she's used to when using it to push out a disease.

He waits.

The fungus doesn't put up much resistance now. It shrinks back from her magic.

"Okay. The underlying condition should be finished off now. I'm going to press a little gently here..."

And then the magic can go to work on what it thought was the original problem.

The treatment begins to purge itself from his body.

"Can you remember anything now?"

"...yeah, yeah, I think it's starting to come back."

"Let's stay here for a minute and make sure nothing terrible happens. Then I'll tell you what the ailment was."

So they stand there.

"No, I think I'm doing alright," he concludes after two.

"Okay..." The biggest test. "So the ailment is a fungus that grows inside your brain. More quickly when you think about yourself, or about it. The treatment is erasing self-memories and letting it shrivel and die." She sneers. "Only slightly better than really dying but it turns out I can reverse it, so, horray. If you can remember your name and stuff, you are almost certainly cured."

"You should try the next patient, before we get our hopes up."

"You need to be very careful not to let on about the disease if you talk to anyone. But it will probably be easier to find a second volunteer when we can say that the first one is cured with no apparent side effects. Doing that was... Tiring, though. Lots of mental focus."