Krispin smiles broadly as Mariella comes in, with Ilse in tow. His eyes dart immediately to her hand, his practiced healerâ€™s eye evaluating it. Under normal circumstances, heâ€™d see about healing it in a mundane way, but, well, sometimes the magic is as important (or more so!) than the healing itself. He nods to Mariella as she enters, then turns to Ilse.
[color=red] â€œHello, Ilse. My name is Krispin. Iâ€™m a healer, and, I suppose, a wizard, although not all the healing I do is magic. His eyes twinkle. [color=red] I am going to cast a spell, and when Iâ€™m finished, your hand will be as good as new. There will be no pain, although you may get a little bored waiting for me to finish. I trust after everything youâ€™ve been through, that wonâ€™t be too much to bear, eh?â€
[Latin, to Mariella]
[color=red] â€œSooner begun, sooner done, after all â€“ Iâ€™d like to start now. Provided all goes well, Iâ€™d also like to talk to her and examine her a bit afterward. If nothing else, I can check to see that she and her child are healthy.â€
[German, back to Ilse]
[color=red] â€œI have to cast the spell in the courtyard, Iâ€™m afraid. Just be calm and trust in me â€“ all will be as it should.â€
Krispin leads Ilse into the courtyard, Mariella presumably following. He looks around, evaluating his surroundings, and then begins to cast. He walks carefully through the spell, in accordance with his plotted astrological calculations and his own intuition. He stops occasionally, simply thinking and getting the magic under control. As over an hour passes, the air hangs thick with the sweet smell of mixed herbs and there seems to be a slight golden glow around Krispin and Ilse. Satisfied as he can be that all is well, he finishes the spell with a blessing in Latin and the beatific golden glow begins to fade.