That seems like a very inconvenient price to be exacting right now.

[Evan was frowning, worried. Heavy on his mind now was Sieglinde's youth as well as her position as the head doctor in this makeshift first aid station. That was still an odd thought to him, but as far as he was concerned she'd already proven her chops as a better doctor than he, and no one of a more appropriate age had shown up. It wouldn't do to lose her to exhaustion before the fight even got started.

He took the orb, wiping its surface dry with his hand as best he could and going to tuck it back into the satchel. He was buzzing with questions about the spell, about its toll on her, but now did not seem the time, not when she looked so pale.]

Maybe best to focus on preparation right now. Is there anything left to set up?