Having spent the last minute in quiet and intense focus, the Mage seems to snap too and pauses for a moment, seemingly playing the elapsed time over in her head. She matches whatever pace change the priest takes and replies with an awkward smile of her own, Sorry for being so unresponsive I was examining my essence. I'm fine, and the arcane exercise seems to have cleared out most of the Fell but it's still stains my soul. Perhaps your ritual will cure me of that too. Without thinking the Mage rubs her arm. Thank you so much for helping me with this, I don't know what I would have done if you turned me out at Ashenvale.