"Disease? Ah, yes." She snaps up a fragment of shell delicately and crunches it in her beak, head tilting in thought.

"Not here, no. I am Magister of the Blackfeather Court. Our home lies in another realm, the Evergloam, and few mortals visit us." She looks up at Vanyel closely. "But then, even you are not wholly mortal, either."