"Yes, I'm familiar with that difficulty." Raine looked very briefly downcast; but that wasn't worth dwelling on, so she didn't.

She straightened when he stood, and at his question brightened. "Yes, that I can help you with. Here." From the bookshelf on the far wall she pulled down a slim, somewhat worn notebook, which she offered to Amberdrake. "There was a great deal to learn, when I first started studying the local healing methods. These are my notes." And then she paused, and grimaced as a potential problem occurred to her. "Written language doesn't translate, however. Can you read that?"

The notebook was filled with her oddly curling handwriting, recognizably the Latin alphabet and the language that most people in the city would refer to as English.