Quigo continues to smile as Taizee begins to freak out.  "Well, there's the well right out back, but that's right next to the magic.  The closest thing I can think of is the river, but that's three hours down the mountain.  Oh, and if we're really experimenting, as we are now, the magic can run down into the source of the river.  In that case, drinking from the closest possible point would just put even more magic inside you, so you'd have to go another, oh, three hours downstream."  At this point, he winks at Lang.<br/><br/>Cadrick's face doesn't ease up after Celara's joke, but his body seems to relax just a bit.  When the two newcomers head off and Celara asks to take her leave, Cadrick pauses for a moment, then nods with a smile.  "I'll see if I can warm up some water for us," he tells her.  Then he walks over to her, gives her a quick peck on the cheek and rub to the gut before heading down the hall to the baths.<br/><br/>Mother Dalyn's room is just down the hall.  She is an elf in the same brown robes as the others, and ancient enough to look it, with silver hair and wrinkles.  Her door is open, and she is seated and reading a book,  pince-nez pinched onto her short nose.  As the three enter, though, she looks up and sets the book to one side.  "May I help you?" she asks evenly.  She then looks at Celara.  "I assume this isn't a medical examination?"