Relieved that Mr. Ollivander's eyesight seemed quite fine and that he wouldn't mind taking a look at her wand, Tabi nervously fidgeted with the fraying cloth of her sling with her good hand. She watched him carefully as he examined the cracked wood. She was doubly relieved to hear that the core was still intact, that was the crutch of it right? However her face soon fell as Mr. Ollivander explained what needed to happen.

She sighed softly, a bit of a pout on her features; how was she to return to work (after her arm healed of course) if she didn't have her wand? Paperwork could be done, but there would be no potion making and she wouldn't be of any use at her rotation in the emergency department. "At least I don't need a new one," She would have been crushed if that had been the case. "I'll leave it up to your professional judgement, Mr. Ollivander, but I cannot work until I have it back." Tabitha honestly had no idea what to do with her time when she was unable to work. Paperwork would have to suffice, at least that she could still do. Thankfully it hadn't been her dominant hand that had been injured.

"It was a Monsieur Beauvais in Paris." He was a highly skilled wandmaker, as evident by the crafting of her wand, nothing against Mr. Ollivander of course. "If that helps?" She didn't know if Mr. Ollivander would know him, but she supposed they must know of one another? Either way, she was leaving the decision up to Mr. Ollivander, he was the professional after all.