[His brow furrows. He visibly thinks it over. His tone is softer as he focuses his attention entirely on her.]

Sadly, they are not. They’re stuck in a way that healers and doctors can’t fix.

[He glances around the hall. It’s a little dim in here. Not thinking anything of it, he keeps one hand on the vase and the hand further away from her abruptly fills with fire. He tosses the ball of flame up and it hangs in the air shedding light.]

This place has been bending time and space in ways that feel…impossible. What is causing them to be this way…I don’t know. But it isn’t a physical malady.