Rachette's doesn't set in immediately, out and about as she gets, drinking plenty from the river or the rainwater. But when all the bodies of water start flooding and making everything too dangerous, and all the game has gone into hiding anyway, then she spends much more time within the hold of Skyhold. And drinks there instead.

While she's around, she's a little worn, but still in okay spirits (so to speak). Trying to watch out for the mud. Helping heft tents up out of it. But it's when she starts seeing things that obviously aren't there when she starts to get concerned. Green structures in the corner of her vision. Or, hearing odd whispers passing by someone but no one is there upon turning to see. Or...more ghostly apparitions flitting by, just for a scarce half-second before she tries to see.

Concerned about her state, she eventually heads to the healing tents, and when she shudders through a flap, it seems extra crowded and confining. But no. They're not all...really there. Rachette does not frighten easily, but this is getting out of hand. She overhears 'spirits' and 'fade' and has to dismiss it, has to--she's a dwarf. She can't. But she has to back out for the crowded, crawling feeling on her skin.

There are always a few straggling spirits around her, finding a dwarf to be a new and curious thing. Thankfully for her, even when she's more alone and thinking, when she hears voices around her, she tends to ignore them on default. When she's huddled in the tavern with a drink, she pays it little mind. She's used to being talked about behind her back. But she's also afraid to look and find, yet again, nobody there.

Maybe it's the illness. Making her antsy and anxious and jumpy. Surely that's it.