Ahmaht patiently waited for Zel to cast his magic. "When you're done, I'm taking her back. I can carry her easily, and it won't take me long if I sprint." he said quietly, wiping the tears off of Larea's face. He glanced up at Sigrun, who, like always, had the same facial expression, though the look in her eyes said much more about her concern than an expression could. He sighed, willing himself to calm down. He closed his eyes and focused on inhaling and exhaling slowly. He did this for about thirty seconds, and then opened his eyes, calm and collected. "These attacks only happen at night," he said suddenly. "Is it possible someone could have cursed her?" he asked, looking at Zel. "If it was internal, I believe the pain would have stayed constant since her attack last night."