Wraith: No tell m-
Loba: P..pathy..?
".. Madam? Why are you stuttering, your vitals seem out of line, are you in distre-..?"
"I don't f..feel w..well..-"
".. What's wrong..-?"
"M..my head..-"
".. Come on, let's go set you down-.."
"N..no i'll b..be okay..-"
".. Come on, you need to rest..-"
"B..but..-"
"I'm not taking anything else as an answer, Loba."
