[ An eyebrow raised, Strange leans slightly away but watches the girl fumble and reach for her pouch, professional concern crinkling his brow. He can’t tell what Ennaris is scrambling for, but it has the slightly familiar frantic rush that he’d associate with grabbing medication to avert a seizure, or an allergic reaction. It has that look to it. ]
no subject
Are you alright?
[ He is, after all, the Head Healer— ]