[Amelia's brow furrows and she frowns at this revelation, but she says nothing until she leans back into her seat, crosses her arms, and taps a finger in the crook of her elbow.]

... So this unstable artifact... Is it external or internal? And how long have you been afflicted?

[One could have reacted with terror or the implications of what this meant not just for Gale, but for everyone in this world. It's dangerous, and obviously so. But she looks at the wizard unblinkingly, plainly, though with a slant of curiosity.]

Have you told anyone else? You're putting a lot of faith in someone you barely know.