With permission given, she returned the nod and gently took his hand, pushing aside sleeves to find his wrist. This whole process worked better at the neck, but any point of the body with nerves would suffice.

The threads of magic became focused the moment her fingers touch skin-- four points in between each knuckle and once at the dip of his wrist. There's a small jolt all at once, but no pain, like static shock and the surprise that goes with it; and with it Aileen's magic was following the web of Blue's nervous system, feeling out any sights of pain or damage.

Her own expression grew calm, eyes closing to further herself from distractions. Only seconds in, and she knew there were no internal wounds, a few more and she knew there was no illness... She branched out her magic further, just to be sure.

She frowned, a small pit dropping in her stomach. The wear and tear of old age is certainly present, but there must be more, she hopes, and searches.