Mia shakes her head at that, as though still disbelieving despite the circumstances. But she's trying to relent here, to admit when she does finally need help and be gracious about taking it. It's not an easy thing to unlearn.

One hand settles lightly on Ellana's shoulder, though no weight is put upon it as of yet. It's simply a way to keep her steady as they walk, and might look to anyone else like a friendly gesture.

"I can't even recall the last time I let myself fall ill, truth be told."