Lost Creek Hollow domestic pressures

"all right," she whispered, and said no more until the terrain became more familiar, sloping to the mouth of her den. if she could help, being quite sickly, then of course mona would take the opportunity. 
pulling away from gannet with a gentle smile, mona settled herself into the entrance with a low sigh. "thank you," the girl murmured, tasting the mint at the back of her tongue; it steadied the protest her stomach had at the ready. a thought came to the young mayfair; her scarlet auds swept forward. "gannet .... is anyone else here in the hollow sick, or at least have you heard of anything like that?" if she was not the only one, that would be easier, though a cause for worry. 
but if she was alone in this malady — mona refused to think of it.