Matias settled his tired, tired body on the adjacent bed, the bed creaking under his weight. A hand ran through his hair as he sighed deeply.

"She used a crapton of her magic or whatever to fend off some purists. She's stable, but it'll be a bit til she wakes up..."

He looked towards the group.

"Why do you guys care so much that her magic is old, anyway? You keep bringing it up, but I don't see the problem."