It's a bright, sunshine-y morning some weeks after Kit's fortuitous extraction from the Deep Roads, and while his injured leg has made much progress, it still isn't fully healed. A week ago, this hadn't troubled him too much; but now, knowing that he'd committed to accompanying that weird Arcane Advisor on her quest of dubious purpose into the Kocari Wilds... maybe he's rethinking his choice to forego healing magic.

It's hard to point his finger on why, exactly, he goes looking for Vandelin to solve this particular problem for him. Might have something to do with the fact that out of all the mage healers and physickers who have seen to Kit's leg in one fashion or another, Vandelin was the only one who didn't argue with him when he said 'no' to magical healing.

A little asking around the library gets him pointed in the right general direction. Doing his best not to let his crutch clatter too loudly as he limp along, he peers into each range of stacks until he spots the elf's reedy, serious profile, and stops. He clears his throat, hoping to get his attention without having to disrupt any nearby researchers more than he already has.