"I've suspected the whole time. Your limps, your twitches, your slight movements, all signs of untreated wounds. And just recently, when I Delved you, to see what, exactly, is wrong with you. And just<em>seeing</em>it was enough to make me feel pain." She leans in on him, no longer the perfectly meek woman he'd seen before. "If nothing else, you'll perform better. I've been watching you train, and it's adjusted your fighting style. You favor your right side too much, and it's creating opening. Nothing these children could exploit, but a proper fighter could, with laughable ease."