[Those words about deaths crack some of the pieces she'd picked back up again. No one dying was what kept her together, but news that even one person died sends a chill of horror down her spine and the look to match that. To keep herself from outwardly losing it, she takes multiple deep breaths to calm herself before speaking again, voice a little more shaken than before.]

Th-there were deaths? Who did we lose? [Another breath, grip tightening on the mug.] I do not know if we can, but I am sure Wen Qing and Ichigo could train some. I can train those who have a talent for it in healing arts on the magical end. Which I must ask, are you in need of healing?

[because that's clearly what an exhausted healer needs to be doing right now: her duty as a healer.]