[As always, Aleron is an unreadable wall. An imposing one, with his arms folded, eyes locked on Cade. But he's neither frowning, nor scowling, nor anything one would expect in an outward show of displeasure. Rather he's internally sorting and sifting the facts and disliking the whole of what he hears front and back. The templar is taking responsibility for his actions which is a good step.

The lapses in memory, however... those are a problem and he has a concern. Several. All tied into one.]

Is this woman you attacked a mage? [She damned well better be, son. And right to the point:] Was there any evidence of a malificarum in the area at any time you suffered one of these memory lapses?

[Yeah. Aleron just went there. He wants all the facts.]