"A pox on it all!" Echlar muttered. "I missed it again!" The old Wizard was quite convinced that it was because he'd blinked. He'd been expecting a glittering aura, a brilliant flash, a ray of light from the Heavens above, or something a little more impressive looking than the fact that the Lorekeeper had simply opened her eyes. "How did you DO that?! One minute you were dead, the next... blast it, I'll never know for sure!"
Echlar was, in truth, concerned for the Lorekeeper's health, and was truly upset to see that she had suffered such a wound to her heart a second time in one day. Still, mustn't let the secret leak out that he was a big softie underneath the scowls. Looking as though he held Zakiyah completely responsible for the fact that he couldn't figure out her mysterious resurrection, he snorted disdainfully before weaving a few arcane patterns in the air, and held several different objects, like crystals and feathers, in the space above the now-very-much-alive-thank-you Lorekeeper, trying to detect what magic was involved, if any, in her return to the living.
"Do you need anything?" he asked her, trying to hide his concern for the girl by making it sound like an afterthought. "Glass of water? A blanket, maybe?"
About that time was when a mysterious female stranger appeared in the infirmary, grabbed a book and started screeching like a banshee.
