Redhawk Caldera are you discussing or fussing or simply dreaming?

Ruenna saw Towhee making her way down to the shore, and so she paused, grateful for the break in her climb. Water had begun dripping from her pelt once more, and she shook herself before Towhee came in range. 

Although Ruenna herself was the one weighed down by a soaked pelt, she couldn't help but notice that everything about Towhee's movements seemed heavy and labored. Her brow knit in concern. There had been a week or two in which the Sovereign appeared to be fully recovered, but now her recovery seemed to be rewinding before Ruenna's eyes. The Redhawk was usually so chipper when they crossed paths; it hurt Rue's heart to see her eyes glazed over and hear her voice so flat. 

"Towhee," Ruenna said softly, unable (but also not really trying) to hide her concern. "Should I send for Bridget?" she offered, although something about the Sovereign's demeanor hinted that this was not just a physical malady.