She nods and comes to sit. It's oddly normal, this; she's gotten used to medical care in Thedas by now, and it's helpful to go through the gestures of situating herself on the cot. She's breathing easily enough now, concentrating on keeping it slow and even, but focusing on your breath is a bit of a fraught centering practice when you're waiting to start coughing.

"I haven't changed anything major, diet or anything. I might have a little less physical activity because it's winter, but we're still in a place literally made of stairs, so."