[Raistlin had been doing not much of anything lately, unless you counted speaking with another powerful witch and comparing their abilities. He'd been mostly wandering Marina, getting to know everyone through watching them. He caught sight of the sickly man in the room, and was forcibly reminded of himself not that long ago.
He offered no pity or understanding, for Raistlin himself had been near death for years. However, he did not speak yet. He merely watched the other, debating if his herbal tea would help. It had more magical cure than not, but to Raistlin it had been his lifeline while he'd been near death.]