Alexandrie nods dumbly, visibly struggling to collect herself. Even having avoided actually being sick, her skin still crawls cold and clammy with the nearness of it.

It's a few moments before she can make herself reach for the mug, and a few more before she can do more than hold it cupped between her hands and breathe, but eventually she takes an experimental sip of what turns out to be a sort of herbal blend she can't identify but is nevertheless soothing even in the oppressive damp heat of Darktown.

"Forgive me," she says, quiet and wry, "I was not intending to become a patient."