Zecora turned away from her cauldron as the pair entered --

and frankly, if this were enough to even make her blink, one would really have to question what the heck she'd been doing for the past two years to have seen nothing stranger. Sitting in the corner with blinders on, at a minimum.

"I can see what brings you near," she commented, motioning to a pair of cots with a flick of her tail as she paced across the room on heavy obsidian hooves to a large rack of jars.
"But what ailment has him here?"