Expended a piece. Ianchus' eyes flicker as he works that wording around his head. Ah, so something else inhuman. It's...a little tiring. He's prided himself on managing to somewhat learn how humans work, on taking the time to learn how to stitch a wound and set a bone and comfort during a fever, and now, now...so many different variables.

"Is...she alright, then?" But in the end, what matters is--no matter how many different ways there are to be in distress, someone is in distress. Carlisle, maybe his friend.