[Jaheira has a sheaf of papers tucked under her arm as she enters. Grading waits for no woman, and she does at least try to keep on top of it, unlike some of their colleagues - and if it gives her a good reason to spend an hour or two in the lounge, all the better.]

So I'm not just going senile.

[She drops into a nearby chair with exaggerated care; she may feel old, faced with all those new faces, so many of them so painfully young, but she hasn't felt the physical toll of her mortal age for years now, and she's young, still, for one of the undead.]

Maybe there's been some change to the Finding? Though you'd think we wouldn't be the last to know, if that were the case.