Neverwinter Forest can you ever really know?

Belharra arrived in due time—thankfully. It didn't give Clover much time to dwell on her worries. "A lot," She admitted as she leveled her ears averted her gaze; her actions were out of both concern of her situation and respect for the superior. "Theres something weird going on with me... and, lowkey, I think I might be dying. Like, physically, I feel fine... but I fuckin' reek no matter how many times I've bathed, and I've been moody as hell." Despite it all, Clover realized how nice it felt nice having somebody to talk to. 

Realizing how crazy she must have seemed, Clover added: "And... if I don't happen to be dying... and if you don't think that I'm a total nutjob... I was hopin' to find a home, possibly. I can hunt."