Raine would be more concerned for anyone who wasn't Valdis; fresh blood meant injuries. Valdis, however, was healed. ...And yet not strong enough to walk on her own.

Her expression grew more troubled as she drew Kratos and Valdis into a solitary room and directed Kratos to set Valdis down on the bed. "By that you mean the Void killed you?" she inquired, with the blank sort of professionalism about Valdis's potential death that came from having been exposed to Valdis's nature more than a few times. "What sort of thing, and how did it try to take over?"

At Kratos's prompting Raine tilted her head and half-closed her eyes, considering Valdis with senses that weren't sight, carefully shaping her own mana. "Inspect magic. ...hm."

That wasn't a good feeling; as far as mana went, Raine had only experienced similar in places both dark and full of hate. When she broke off her expression was tighter around the eyes, and her mouth drew down a little. Concerned.