Istredd gestures and the door closes, and a chair from the desk across the room skitters forward to be placed nearby if she would feel more comfortable sitting. While he is overusing Chaos, these have always been unconscious movements for him. Little ways in which magic is a part of his life.

"I was wasting away from an infection on the turtle, which would have been an interesting resting place. But I live to bore people in the classroom again." He does look generally much better, having looked near pale to death when they got out of there, having bled quite a lot and the infection in question. He smiles at her, tilting his head.

"Your friend Steve, he very heroically carried me from the pit to the altar room after the escape." Istredd can have a sense of humor about it. He and Steve grew quite close during that experience, having had to lean on one another from the very first day.