Honeyed Pasture the gentle moonlight

When he offers his shoulder for her balance she happily obliges, leaning against him for support. She hated to be perceived weakly, but what could she do? It seemed today was not her day; the only way to overcome her sickness would be with the generous help of a quiet stranger. When he says he'll escort her, all she can manage is a little nod as her still-unsteady steps carry her forward.

A question of home, then. She points her muzzle in the direction of that little jewel inlaid in shining waters- That island. I empress of it... She explains weakly, followed by a tiny cough. Lucky for Revui, Huā still hasn't noticed the effect of her scent on him or his body. She's too focused on returning to her people- hopefully in good health by then.