[ This is the easiest acting there is. Concern on his face and in his chest—the former only much milder than the latter. He's never met Alexandrie's father and can only feel a distant, secondhand sort of fear for him—but if a blood mage has had access to her father, this past year, then they've had access to Alexandrie, too. ]

I'm sorry. My father was like that for years, [ is probably not a comforting thing for a man who's traditionally self-identified as "orphaned young" to say, so in that sense only, it's good that what ailed his father and what ails her are absolutely not the same thing. ] We never knew what it was.

Maybe you could speak with Monsieur Strange about the symptoms. He's our new head healer. I think you had gone before he arrived, but he's from the same world as your—your Loki.