"A healer?" To think, someone in family wanted to fix people instead of hurt them. It brought a smile to her lips, and she was hard pressed to keep the laughter from spilling out. "That sounds very fulfilling. And that's it? You look to be, what, 22? No wife?" Her eyes flicked down to his left hand, though that didn't say much. She didn't wear her wedding ring, herself. It had been sitting at the bottom of a drawer for the better part of five years.
"1976. I'm twenty-five." She started walking around the store, looking curious, though she was still watching Scorpius out of the corner of her eyes.