Neverwinter Forest When you sit all alone with the weeds?

With only vaguely secondhand knowledge on the subject of sickness, she had little to offer on the topic that would be of any use. Since he didn't know one way or another, she supposed that was at least better than a confirmation that he was sick. She'd just hold fast to her suspicions instead.

Physically questionable was one way to put it. She noticed breathing seemed like such a conscious effort for him right now. "That is just too bad then, but really, I have no need.." she shook her head with a smirk. Scouting for more wolves was terribly low on her priorities these days. They seemed to find her well enough anyway -- so much that she could afford to be choosy and turn some away when she was feeling picky. "Just scouting, making sure nothing new was happening out here." She paired that with a vague gesture. These forests were prime lands, useful for many things, so he should understand. "I do like to just come off the mountain sometimes." Even sometimes without a very compelling reason.

"Why are you out here?" she returned onto him and while it went unsaid, she thought to add and sounding like that? Needless to say, when tracking the noise of something that sounded ready to hack up a lung, he was among the last things she'd expected to find.