"Of course," Christine replies, though she doesn't specify whether she's responding to the thanks or to Wren's condition. She enters the room and heads straight over to Wren, kneeling beside her.

"We spoke once before, you and I," she says by way of greeting, just so Wren knows this stranger isn't quite so strange. From her satchel she takes out a bottle of lyrium, no different than what Templars take, simply already mixed instead of coming in a kit. "Might I use magic to check your symptoms? I may be able to ease some of them."

Hopefully she's amiable to magical healing and doesn't flail at it. Christine doesn't want this bird to fly the coop. (laugh track)