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symptoms. the girl considered, heart fluttering. there was nervousness in trusting another with her ailments, no matter her kind she seemed. and yet she was more concerned about lasing into some worse sickness, and so she allows her tongue to sweep over her lips a worried moment before replying. "I, um, feel warm. hot. and my stomach feels like when it gets stormy over the sea." worried gaze seeks the woman's for a fleeting moment, hoping this will suffice. "and I ache, all over, like when I've been climbing all day. but I haven't." 

kukutux's comment brings a certain degree of satisfaction to the girl, but not quite pride -- she hadn't known enough to name it, or know exactly its use. still, she smiles softly, the curve of her muzzle ebbing quickly when her stomach rolls again.