"Ah. That should be a simple matter to improve," Thaum answers, conjuring an ephemeral sphere of water floating over and into Maysel, then expand outwards, phasing through body and clothes, but wiping any disorders and ailings away, including the loss of hair. What follows is a droplet forming above Maysel, falling on her head and suffusing her with a brief glow, causing the spots where hair was lost to grow again, and giving her fur a new luster. And perhaps helping any muscles, bones, or joints that were acting up to settle down and work more smoothly.

"Now, I do not know your species' physiology, so it would be irresponsible of me to make any claims in regards to whether the condition is gone for good. However, it should still last you a fair while, at least." Thaum adds a reassuring smile (that can also be read as "there is no shame in getting older and what comes with it"). Feeling hardly qualified in regards to storytelling, he gives the spotlight over to his companions, so to speak.

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Thaum casts panacea followed by lesser restoration on Maysel.