"You're sick, I'll send the Howlers for you." Feeling a little helpless as to what to do to make the Healers come faster--and thinking that dragging one in by the ear might not be the best idea, Gideon shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from acting on his instincts to make something happen.

"I asked just before I came in," He said, his voice a little more gentle than normal, a sure sign that he was worried. "They said a healer would be in soon, and I know that your rabid trainees outside are going to do something if they don't own up." He went to take a seat, giving Hestia a once over. She'd done well for herself, both with her job as a trainer as well as her personal life...now all Gideon could do was hope that the news she was about to get wouldn't be bad.