Neverwinter Forest When you sit all alone with the weeds?

He took some measured breaths.  Too many deep ones and they wojld catch to start all over again.  "I'm not sure," he finally answered, a bit louder if still rough coming out.  "If it's sickness, it isn't one I've had before."

He remained standing, not wanting to sit for fear of instigating it again.  He did forcibly relax a bit though, hoping the shaking he could feel would stop.  Not dying, he thought firmly, it's fine.

He wasn't fond of the current bend of the conversation, so he went with making light of it, the usual fallback. "Why are you out here?  Looking for physically questionable wolves to add to the ranks?" Pause, breathe.  "If so I'm afraid I'm taken."