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she nods, grin on her muzzle. "they look to be scabbing over. from what I know, that's good." she offers, small chuckle escaping her as the woman flexes her brows. she seems to be getting alone well without her eyes, to her mild surprise — though she supposes her other sense must do a good job of compensating. 

that's proven fairly quickly, and she's silent a beat, considering. "it's my brother," she offered, wondering then if Blondine might know something of what ailed him. "I lost track of him during the quakes, and only just found him again. but he was sick, or something—he can't remember anything. his daughter isn't taking it well. you're a healer - have you heard of anything like this before?"