"Food seems unlikely, we are not all eating from the same stores," she points out before coughing. She looks almost irritated by the inconvenience of being sick. At his question she shakes her head.

"It's just a feeling. I could be wrong," she replies, a hand coming up from the neck of the blankets to scrub at her face, pushing her bangs away only to have them fall limply back into her eyes. "I've had a Wisdom spirit following me. She seems to speak mostly elvish, and I haven't understood everything she's said."