Ellana enters and looks around the space. Seeing Felix looking even weaker than before is hard, and for an instant she's taken back in time to when the plague hit the clan. She recalls how pale and fragile her parents looked as she tried to make them comfortable. How they weakly protested she had to leave them or she would grow sick too. The thought leaves her rooted to the ground for a moment before it passes and she moves a little closer.

"Hello. Is it all right if I come up to the bed?"