It made him bristle to be called a child, and he simply waved a hand carelessly at her. "Legends, bah!" He'd known legends universes old, and no one cared about those. Called him a crazy old man most of the time... Under the touch, the man stiffened. He didn't especially like to be touched by anyone, but this gave him a good idea of what her problem had been. "Now why didn't you tell me you were blind!" At this moment, he ignored her other concern, as matters of legends could wait a while longer. Legends were old, they could be patient just a few moments. "What's caused this? I'm sure I could fix it..." He put a hand on either side of her face, turning it back and forth. "While I fix this up, you tell me about what's got your tail all in a twist. Ope! Nearly forgot my staff, can't leave that behind." He bounded up the sides of the rocks like they were stairs, coming back down in hardly a second with a wooden long staff clutched in one hand, atop it a golden 'Knot of Isis' that was hung with beads of every imaginable material, strung together and tied into knots of their own.